By Wil C. Fry, Oct. 2, 1999, 00:07 (Saturday)

Copyright © 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.

A portal
Stepping through
Into new
Twisting shapes
Smooth roughness
And small largesse
Sad happiness
And weak strength
But when the wise man shook his head
Tears fell free
Acceptance is bulls**t
“Accept THIS!
“Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die” is bulls**t
Tell me why
I don’t want to know anything but why
And every eye followed the downward path of the
And the show was over
The credits rolled
And the wise man sat wondering while the simple man smiled in satisfaction
Walking away
Rather would I be simple, and shrug at life’s passing
Or rather would I be wise, and always wonder
I wonder...
Crawling through into
We’ll see

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