You move along on
What you’ve thought and seen
On who you’ve ‘known’
And where you’ve ‘been’

It’s all so right and squeaky clean
And it all makes sense
In your small-minded scheme

And then one moment
In love or at war
You find your most solid perceptions no more

They’re broken in pieces, or twisted anew
Or in shades and colors and shadows untrue

So ideas and feelings don’t apply as they had
And sometimes it’s wonderful
And sometimes it’s sad

So you reshape your thoughts;
What you think you have seen
From now you’ll be open
And in between

You would that you’d feel a liitle more left
Of  happiness
And character
And less bereft

And you don’t hold fast to the branch or the root
You sit n’eath the leaves, in the light and the breeze
Forming more opinions
That’ll be just as moot

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