Experiment Poem


Experiment
What if we chose to be guided by love?
Listening to great wisdom from above?
We’d see less of constant remorse.
Embarking on a sound discourse,
We’d let our troubles to themselves,
Like dust covering empty shelves.
Call me wishful, with my head in the clouds.
I’ll still push on when darkness shrouds.
The vision of truth is not fantastic.
It sees through lies just like clear plastic.
No, we need not defeat each other,
Just to have tomorrow smother,
Our better nature.

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