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[threethahardway]

Trains on tracks ride
Running through.
Slicing thoughts that
Bring no method to the madness of it all.
And I just stand here with a
Blank, glazed-over expression expecting
To be heard and understood.
Expecting the
The weight that hangs from my neck to
Magically grow arms, lift itself from my
Shoulders, and trot away into a setting sun.

And so it is that I'm forced to
Habitually remind myself
That things are never
As bad as they seem to be.
No, even with all of this....this...
There's always something beautiful
Waiting to be discovered beneath the
Fierce blue flickering of a divided sky.

And, yes, the grass might always be
Greener on the other side, but
There are other stories to be heard and told.
There are others who would
Sever what they have to be right here
Right here where I stand...
... Others willing to forfeit everything
So that they might walk a mile in my shoes.

This world holds so much more than
What we see on our television screens.
Beyond the cruel untruth of it all,
There lies a deeper level of
Life so beyond our comprehension that we
Struggle to find a meaning,
A truth,
A purpose.

The truth is waiting there

The truth is waiting there;
Still waiting ever so patiently to be discovered.
And if we would only
Set aside our petty quarrels and
Insignificant differences, I'm sure that our
Insatiable desire for something more profound would
Finally be satisfied.