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On the Way

We have created the tools for peace 
or war--something between an open 
and shut door, like water that runs 
hot and cold. Something like the difference 
between what's young and old. 

Like the sun shines in the morning 
light. Like that's the difference between 
going wrong and doing right. Like the 
two sides of the same brain, each side 
is different but still the same. 

We have duplicated the nature of life; 
now we must decide which one is right. 
It's obvious to most but not to all. We 
can rise or start to sink and fall. 

We live in a time where a decision must 
be made. We can live in the sun or start 
to fade. All I can do is point this out, and 
ask everyone what this is about. 

I can ask the question and put it in words, 
and it can remain on paper, or never be 
heard. So much has been undone; there is 
much sadness and very little fun. 

I can tell you, now, that something must be 
done, in a world that was made for everyone. 
Not only for us who are alive today, but also for 
future generations that are on the way.

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