~1 Way~

I often skip through miss-steps,
Wondering how opinions get
twisted into truths.

I often trip through misfortunes,
struggling with reasons why
Bad things happen without
good reason.

I often remind myself,
Everyone has his or her own sense
of right and wrong,
Merging somewhere along the
lines of compromise.

I often fall as moments blur,
Grasping about blind
when lines no longer meet.

I often die knowing,
Life often ends
this way.

2009 sinnaminsun

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