Not holding onto anything
Not feeling like I should
Not thinking of the drama
Not pretending I've been good
Not developing an anger
Not persuading weaker minds
Not observing petty squabbles
Not leaving work behind
Not re-visiting my past charades
Not playing caustic games
Not rewarding bad with promises
Not accepting unwelcome gains
Not believing life is endless
Not returning to those tasks
Not looking for an exit gate
Not wearing out the masks
Not seeing through the mirror
Not hearing hurtful things
Just ambling by on an angels thoughts
and flying on gossamer wings
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