A brief poem about the bluntness of life.
watching life pass
I wish everything was like before
pulling blades of grass
time was never cyclical
love is all its said to be
thats why we are so cynical
because it often slips our grasp
and leaves us by ourselves, alone
~
Kristofer Drumheller
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