March 22, 2011
Sometimes, life stays
Static, unchanging,
The same as always;

The same is
The new is called bliss.

Then comes many
Life’s tragedies.

As things unravel,
The mind at once
Begins to travel

Back to those
“Good old days”
When almost

Everything was
Simple, dependable,
Lacking flaws.

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