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trivial pursuit (a poem)
In pursuit of games of trivia(l) discussion
Perversions of honesty lost in the darkness
Of hearts and emotion
Lost in the empty conversations of nothing.
We speak our minds, but of which we do not speak
The reality of situations avoided,
Placed upon the weathered windowsill.
Gardens of discussion are found unwatered
And the fervor of life is left to wither.
Our lives don’t know what they are
We make them to be what they become.
And when we fly upon the wings of lovers
We imagine they, unlike Icarus, will remain unscathed
As we approach the sun.
And we will not fall
We will not drown
We will not stray far
From grounded beliefs.
Because we know our lives
And we control our fate
And our fate is nothing short of
What we make ourselves to be
I am in control of my own life
I am the one who decides what happens to me.
