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Weighted Comparisons
The roads glisten in the lonely lamplight
Divided by calculated minds.
With the whisper of events and selfs past by
I look longingly back at my crimes.
For the present is burdened with real-time concern
Yet does not infect the past.
The complacency of life, rather than fretful control
Had not, apparently, last.
Where shall the freedom be found
To reject the future for a while?
I do hope that the freedom of disregard
Is something I may soon reconcile.
"the freedom of disregard"
Is it me or does this poem emanate from this line? Enjoyed the syntax of "and selfs past by"