Peaceful (day 577)

We all pay attention
Look into the glass
And watch the bubbles form

We all sit in a crowded bar alone
Staring into the absence of mind
And wonder about our journey

We all smile at the little children playing
It’s an uncontrollable thing
The same as laughter modifies our face

We all meld into the future
Unconscious of our friends we lose
Happy about the footsteps we’ve led away

We all have to cry
It’s inevitable in our destruction
It’s peaceful, after the storm

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