The Calling of Caution

Any true thoughts stop

and get lit aflame behind cautious smirks

people just wished people talked

everything created by something real

to be made for us

in our disbelief

destined to be suspended 

This unreal wraps itself around

every possible situation

while words laid gently down on leaf,

floated in peace down creek

than so easily persuaded

by the currents and flows

now harbored on bank

stagnant, forgotten

like all the weary advisers for the dead rulers

I wish I never knew anything

at least then I'd be okay

somewhere along the line.

The End

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