Grieves

When free will becomes free form
and we all travel so fluidly
liquid can be boxed into
cute packages for only so long

Becoming one without consequences
leads one down a delightful path
while walking w/ those who
share the secrets of the journey

A million thoughts lay awake restless
tired of running thru a mind pulled
in directions without axi's

Can we all just confront our truths
before the lies become so common
that hot air is the only travel we seek

Looking forward to reclaiming the past
makes the days travel so fast
making peace with the fact that its not the same
plain and uneventful is the fate of those displaced

Speculation kills the messenger
alarming as it is there are proper times
for every bombshell

Showing no interest yields interest
our prophets were all wrong
when they laid out the future determined

Determining how to spend the future
leaves us broke and penniless
looking towards the past

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