Realizing, rethinking, redoing
Established revolutions in this fling,
Standards adjusted, at least ’til spring.
Of what from our being shall forth we bring?
Living, knowing life hangs by a string
Under the bright lights of a circus ring,
Today’s few truths to which we cling,
Insidious thoughts still come crashing,
Over-indulgent, misinformed in everything,
Near-sighted they’ve become, leaving
Society without wing, yet still we sing.
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Note: Dear Friends, I hope the new year brings you all the best. Throughout 2013, it has been time well-spent to come to know you through your words on your blog. I look forward to 2014 together.