What’s the point of anything?
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Can anyone who sings such sad songs
not feel wrong when it’s spring?
Where are we going to get?
Who knows? We seem to forget
what really matters, and just let pure hate
dictate our whole mindset.
28 May 2025
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Our bitter, contrary views
are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel;
like fools, we think we choose
to fight false with what is true,
wielding light that will burn through
the lies and mad bugaboo everywhere.
Now there’s a hopeful coup.
Hopeful, but not meant to be.
The real world seeks symmetry
and balance, but will not be rushed ahead
or led like a pony.
No, to make news in these days,
one must seek out different ways.
To prove a thing, you must amaze the wild mob;
a big job with no praise.
15 MAR 2017
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