loution
we all
grow up
shaping, dreaming romantics
fighting for ideologies that are ultimately ineffective
morphing into
shaping, dreaming politicals
fighting over platforms that are ultimately ineffective
so
what are we left with?
searching for truth
deciphering existence in the universe
stepping out of self
and looking back in
crying, guilting
laughing, emoting
staring off into the great eye of time
never blinking
until the end
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