perplexity and confusion
through  deep chasms of self-deprecation
we trudge world weary and troubled
furthermore we play philosopher (of dim shadows)
or worse fortune-teller (of self) creating self-fulfilling prophecies
that tell of tears and framed laughter (within society’s  embrace)
turmoil coupled with turbulence                                         (what if? what if not? why me? why not me?
wreaking havoc in the present                                                       clouding all sense of joy and peace)
not realizing that the past is dead and gone
in future times - que sera sera, there is no point
fretting and fuming
worrying and burying happiness six feet under ghostly nonexistence

                       that is why I choose to  **** all negative thought

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