Life can be so good,
when you
let go
all of the ways
you know it can be bad.

There was,
after all,
ages ago,
the first soul
who ever sang,
a certain kind of silence
forever out to phase,

to help get past
all of the many things
she found so frightening
or outrageous,
or, which made her
deeply, truly sad.

Back then,
a new age rang,
and the brightest possibilities,
at last,
could dawn,

rising out
of all those ashes
of the things
so many people
firmly thought
had to be wrong,

which opened wide
so very many
happy eyes,
which were finally taught
how to look and see
and feel and learn and be
the sum of everything
that made them satisfied
and glad.

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