we float in the river of doubt everyday
as we ignore those who came before,
our own rules and regulations, we
force on the minds of others like the
atmospheric rains that calm our souls
and replenish our fields with food
from the gods fit for mortals... we
consume desperation figuratively
and are chastised for our beliefs;
the ability to doubt is magnified by
the age of it - no better than swollen
glands in the neck... mother of all
things rejoices in our separation.
our inability to give in - facing the
music of bands we have always
disliked during our youth... rock
and roll embodies our resistance
and solidifies the joy in our hearts
that we have due to our difference.
February 5, 2024
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