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Stories
Uninspired by:
Family
Friends
Love
Hate
Obsession
Genocide
Depression
Anxiet­y
Fear
Death
Happiness
Finding Faith
Reinventing yourself
Aging
Youth
Courage
War
The lower-middle-class
Politics
Guns
Gender inequality
History
God
Movies
Babies
Adultery
Siblings
Abandonment
The Holocaust
Universe
Healthcare
Celebrities
Hope or
The lack thereof.

The list goes on...

A paragraph
Turning
Into a
Building block of what?

Are we
Still fighting?

Are we
Still interested?

Or are we just acting
Like we
Still give a ****, but
Honestly
Just want to see
What the next season
Holds?

The subscriptions
Have all
Ran out and all I can think about
Is that trip to somewhere
That

Isn't here.

How fast
Can you
Run along
The hamster wheel?

What happens when
You

Fall off it?

Who will
You

Be then?

Words of passion resonate
In the stellar light
Of the imagined unimaginable.

Taking ephemeral wisps
Of thought and
Molding them like
Wet red clay
On the side
Of some river
With the
Sun
Beat-
Ing

Down.

Maybe it's all
Just a crap-chute.
Lily pad jumping
Until the
Next Gen. no longer
Needs legs.

No longer
Needs to be
Human.

No longer
Needs
The work week.

No longer finds it necessary
To be shackled
By said
Work-week.

Maybe everything will change,

Like it
Always has,

Time and Time Again.