We quest for meaning,
Searching all the wrong places,
It is found in love.

Under the radar,
One avoids the flak of life,
But will never soar.

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

We are born dying,
But can plant seeds that may bear,
Fruit once we are gone.

An excess of pride,
Paves the road to perdition,
As does want of it.

Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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