Speculation as the Fine Line between ~ Friday, July 24, 2026
You know you have just one chance to forgive
You know you have only one life to live
or is that just a lie, a confusion
understood and misunderstood as fact
knowledge beyond reason you must forgive
no one knows beyond what is common sense
only reason can discern delusion
would that you could see this play in one act
you know what I am talking about: life
only, you see, time makes all the difference
understanding that you cannot return
honestly, a weight lifts, life is a gift
as each moment passes, decades to burn
visions of the impossible, a rift
each moment shifts with choices full of strife
juries of angels and saints to observe
understand all the lies, decades at church
stories they tell each other from a book
tell me which way to drive and when to swerve
only this world, I cannot understand
not just when they hurt or try to besmirch
each name and reputation, take a look
change your patterns of thought, as to make strange
however convoluted this journey
as if the way was more than decisive
nothing but sorrow and a dog with mange
create the opportunity to grow
each decision, I ask my attorney
take a moment to scream, we must forgive
only, we are entertained by the show
forget the harm done in the past, so hurt
obey all the rules, not a leg to stand
remember, on, with feelings to regard
given how random each throw of the dice
in this life you must make the best, a bard
views the world differently, hair full of lice
each time, let go and breathe inside the yurt
You know you have only one life to live
or is that just a lie, a confusion
understood and misunderstood as fact
knowledge beyond reason you must forgive
no one knows beyond what is common sense
only reason can discern delusion
would that you could see this play in one act
you know what I am talking about: life
only, you see, time makes all the difference
understanding that you cannot return
honestly, a weight lifts, life is a gift
as each moment passes, decades to burn
visions of the impossible, a rift
each moment shifts with choices full of strife
juries of angels and saints to observe
understand all the lies, decades at church
stories they tell each other from a book
tell me which way to drive and when to swerve
only this world, I cannot understand
not just when they hurt or try to besmirch
each name and reputation, take a look
change your patterns of thought, as to make strange
however convoluted this journey
as if the way was more than decisive
nothing but sorrow and a dog with mange
create the opportunity to grow
each decision, I ask my attorney
take a moment to scream, we must forgive
only, we are entertained by the show
forget the harm done in the past, so hurt
obey all the rules, not a leg to stand
remember, on, with feelings to regard
given how random each throw of the dice
in this life you must make the best, a bard
views the world differently, hair full of lice
each time, let go and breathe inside the yurt
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