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uncanny coincidence that really isn't that at all
the untold story of what stops us from going too far
boundry gaurds in metaphysical watchtowers stooping to our level pissed
snickering and grinning at your smallness
little things like heat and flies or cold and desolation
no one hears
this one thing we all know for sure
lizards and sometimes the wolf
want what is best
for all
happy with the smallest task
help even smaller souls
see
maybe feel something
sometimes
these people, us, complexities too much for any to grasp
just to touch
we want to touch
to see
to maybe feel something
but there is so much more
our tiny prisons hold us tight
so dark inside we miss the light inside ourselves
as it grows
dim
until another coincidence that isn't one
comes around our way
again
like so many times before
not wanting to be ignored or feared
it just wants to teach us
using the winds of change and sometimes just
wind
or wind and rain and no where to go with no one to tell
audiencefree and no witness to the struggle
the same for everyone
yet a perfect system
that lets you feel disconnected