Is it an embellishment that I'm benevolent to everything that I think is irrelevant.

Am I just a perilous person whose arrogance hurts him and tears him but still will wear him.

Do I pull myself in different directions.
Do I need to avoid introspection?

Should I never have wondered why I am a human and if I am worth all the work that I put into living?

Should I never have considered if God is a fixture of everything that people want to be real but just isn't?

Should I never have worried about the slurry of this that are whirling and swirling my head till it floods to my bed?

Was it okay to never say that there's a reason to believe in the treason that you sleep in and the changing of the seasons makes it the slightest bit uneven and the poison that you breathe in is a sign to let the breeze in and the spilling of the soil makes the dirt and oil broil and the gasoline we toil with the east to heat out coils make the beast that sleeps reboil with a hunger for the working ones that want a world that keeps them young and healthy for the rest of these amazing days unders the rays of gold?

Was that the goal?


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