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endlessly lies the possibilities
of what could be done and why,
and i look up to them in quiet awe.
nothingness envelops me,
sadness creeping up from the dark spots,
but there is a bright side even yet,
i am young, they say,
and i smile politely and remind them,
that age does make wisdom,
however, adversity does is just as well.
lay with me, but breathe gently.
easily disturbed is the balance of it all,
it took too many years to equal out,
please, rest softly,
question meanings, and sleep.
stillness is not the evil in this world.
there lies no shame in it,
but the shame rests in the expectancy
of only productivity.
think of nothingness, and do so daringly,
and find calm in your being.
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