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The World Seems Disappointed
Unbelievable how difficult it is to see Eyes looking in different directions, Seeing diverse things, seeing paradigms others do not Unbelievable confusion, as we diversify and divide. The world seems to be cracking. The haves, have nots, have tos, haven’ts, it is so strange now. Unbelievable how difficult it is to breathe. Lungs clogging up and dying, people giving up quickly, Not caring if they stay or go, willing themselves somewhere else. Unbelievable how easy it is to just say forget it. Let me be. The world seems sad, disappointed, discouraged. The asthmatics, the Covid 19’s, the cancer patients. Unbelievable how divided we are these days. We do not even struggle to breathe the same air any more. We are each sitting at our own device, breathing life into avatars. Our best friends are online. Some of us have never met them. We do not picnic, party, or play. Unbelievable how bogged down and tired we are. Unbelievable how many pills we are taking. How many treatments we have. How many maladies and ailments we cough up. How much sadness and sorrow there is. Maybe we are tired of the divisions and the unsatisfying diversions. We are coughing up our own lungs, wanting to breathe again. Many of us not remembering how.
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