Arrival

Little plights, flinging around
The small world in which you are the center.
Always moving forward, never looking back.
Hurrying along the riverbank to age and wisdom.
You arrive.
A nightmare, it must be
But reality is not a dream.
Bursting inside with knowledge
And judgements ring true by the people you trusted
So much can be taken away in that instant you lose it
Keep cool, like snow falling slowly.
Travel back, when the world was new
Grass was green, and family was your universe.
Now you're expanded
Out to the stars and galaxies alike
Hate is your neighbor.
Now you cry out, what have i done wrong?
It's not you, it's the beholder's eyes.





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