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The Origin of Writer's SadnessFor.
Why, you may ask, are writers so wrought,
So dead-in-the-head with
What is the point, asking,
These creatures that life so
To create, (etymology here, you see),
To ponder that which is already known,
Or that which is,
But yet unknown.
How a simple comma can make us
Or eat with her,
Or how a simple person can cost us
When the disorganized chaos of things makes it
To Simplify, Poeticize,
Yet so hard to understand,
Now tell me,
Where is it appropriate to ask?
And with that the earth began to age.
And with each added wrinkle, new pathways began to appear;
New decisions, with new alternate futures to ignore,
And to let die out without a thought.
Because once a thought is spent on those
and pattern is
And so I can begin to understand, why it's So hard
For this planet to hold on to life
When so many decisions are jettisoned
Like a Political Border, not aware of how
One square mile difference could save a life or
And that's why I decided to make it a goal of mine
To detail every last
Before destroying the others.
After all, it's only those who first think
Who can truly justify Indecision.
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