Too many take for granted.
What they assume to know.
Or hear through gossip.
To then add their own,
Creative innuendos.
Perceiving to believe,
What they have made...
Is a reality that lives.
And they have given it life,
To breathe freely.
Until what they have created,
Disappoints the telling...
Of what they have sold to sell.
Finding the ease to take for granted,
Difficult to explain the change of it,
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