A Poem

From my subjective view of an objective world, from a plot within a plot.
from a cursory glance , at the killing and romance. a paradox so absolute.
Where a rainbow makes you happy, but it’s shaped like a frown.
Where the skeptics and eclectics hang around.

Some people excite a dislike in degenerates, some believe so much in wanting to believe.
We pass along in years, through our various careers, where the ignorance of bliss shines through.
Some become forthwith invulnerable, some are dying from the start. It’s a dance, in which, we all take part.

There’s an indigenous world hidden in a ridiculous world, we’re a universe apart.
It’s an insidious world it’s an ambiguous world, in the day and in the dark.
You’re a spirit, you’re a vehicle, you’re a spark. there’s an answer to your questions, it’s in your heart.

So sweat your self into a better mood. and be considerate when you dress your brain.
It’ll all become clear, it just depends which way you steer. When the time is ripe it’s right.
An opportunity for sustenance and decisions from the heart.
A chance to cherish what you’ve got

By Paul Wright

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