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Waltzing On Cobblestone
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The Romantic Bard and what then?
shall we run barefoot on the cobblestones
pretending that life just goes on
without robbing picturesque the dreams
we had hoped one day would be real?
should we fade into the scenery
just like a thousand wayward raindrops
from another weeping sky
content on accepting the status quo
as something that was meant to be?
should we change who we are
shedding old skin and bearing new likenesses
hoping that old scars would become less
with new dreams tucked sweetly
in a doctored up centerpiece?
should we bare arms and lash out
taking cause and offense to every issue
that seems to scratch surfaces rough
by eyes that seem to stare right through
what we once softly pined for?
or, should we refuse to die, refuse to be
anything less that who we really are
and reach down deep for that mettle
that once forged our intentions
and that makes us stand ready to
dream again?
