No shameless sun appears tonight
No moon seems knowledgeable of
Light. Of day
We roam our streets which fill with meaning
Our minds. We know the feeling
Of quickly searching for a shade.
All those complaints, demanding
Weather to be better. We are accustomed
To evade. To bait
Ourselves into not being aware –
What we desire is a change.
It isn’t easy, sacrifice
Is never worthy of even a dime
What’s life may just be an annoying mime
That stands there still. Belittled by his heavy breathing.
Life becomes worth living when stagnation
Stops being worthy of a thing.
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