Light. Lost at dusk;
And reverently absent in jealous minds
Yearning for that hope so abundant as a kid
Not always available from like kinds.
Torpedo’ed into reality
Carted in by hope
Only to be driven away from purities
Tied down only by rope.
Constant discouragement
Self risen by one’s own insecurities.
Prisoner to your own mind
Has only gotten worse with year 30s.
A crash dummy taxi driver
Provides assurances your life will end.
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