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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