Empathy

None want to think…

We consume ourselves with distractions, but none want to feel.

We party, cheat, do drugs and drink.

But none want to connect.

We all want to have fun.

But as the sun dies and the earth withers away.

I feel, and break more, that is my choice of play.

I live each day, as if it is my last. Extreme.

But this life is but a dream. Who knows when it will end, from something or anything.

But that is not the point of the matter, we are not truly living.

And my heart dies, and is cyclical.

I am reborn, to live and love in new creative ways. Some may see me in a daze, or a craze.

But I’m living and learning;

with my flowers, always burning.

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