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Nov 2013
I can't understand the "why's"
Our perceptions give us whatever it believes,
And with that, we stumble & fall,
Continuing the roads.

I understood what passion was,
That rare value, of human context,
And heart's racing.

A trapped amount of time,
Pieced together,
with warm blessedness.

I can't understand the "for what's"
Learning some wisdom is what gives us this art,
That we go to war with.

I understood what being noble becomes.
A guardian of sky & moon,
And the only way,
To see,
In this ultimate darkness.
David Johnson
Written by
David Johnson  Racine, Wisconsin
(Racine, Wisconsin)   
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