'Tired souls wander throughout time.
Three hundred days
and sixty-five nights,
restlessly awaits change.
Time has gone no where that it has not wandered.
Thus, nothing is lost.
One event and change.
Quickly, movement hurts opinions.
Everyone is someone,
but individuals are all the same.
Pain and desperation are friends,
but the best are hate and love.
The words insisted have pestered us,
what beliefs held are sacred.
While everything could be thrown
like knives into a target board.
No compromise is the light,
a tunnel only one may pass through.
The lectures are unnecessary.
Why is the child told about predators,
when she is one who met one already?
She hasn't conquered her incident,
but the speeches about dangers
will only slow the progress.
The year passing
expectations arise and fall.
Hope conquers all.
Wishes are known.
Resolutions lead us forward.
The future is made by aspirations,
and failure.'
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