Legacy ~ Sunday, November 30, 2025

It took me forty years to clear my mind
to transcend the meaning of the world, gone

too fast, shooting stars, childhood disappears
only for politics, in a rush, blind
onslaught of snow, around every corner
kindness proves just how weak I have been, done

murder and rape, welcome to what appears
each day, somewhere, the news something to read

forget how harsh and cruel, as a mourner
only to survive until my last breath
really, how can I have fun anymore
time passes so quickly, all change is death
yet, in the past, I was able to score

yet, attachments arise, the past is dead
ears burning with fever, about me, talk
asinine as sparrows chatter, dun brown
recognize allegiance with small creatures
stupid adults have lost all sense, they walk

totally self-absorbed, clueless others
on the planet have the same rights, I frown

completely dismayed, upcoming features
leave me isolated, an angry host
empty stomach, I ride the train, brothers
are not my own brothers, human in name
really, I am a stone, at the bottom

mustard seed, in a lake, placid, I frame
yesterday into perspective, rotten

miserable earth gives birth, this monstrous ghost
insanity, an imbalance, a lie
nothing more than a hungry ghost, I spy
destiny around the corner, too late

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