Envision this:
Cultural harmony; hands around the world type stuff,
Livin' life like Lennon Imagined.
It's an ideal that feels ever more impossible -
Peace in our time.
Seems almost foolish to dream of a brighter tomorrow,
Engulfed in today's darkness.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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That was so poignant. Loved your Acrostic!