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Spring In Limbo

Should I go or should I stay
Should I run or should I walk
Should I open my door or should  I close my door
Should I bloom or should I close my buds
Should I eat or should I starve
should I live or should I die
Should I laugh or should I cry
should I weep or should I mourn
Winter is still knocking on my door
And Spring is waiting in limbo.


I once dreamt of having a lovely  Spring
To roll on the grass and inhale  the sweet aroma
swirling in the wind from fresh blooming flowers
And climb on top of the hill and listen  to
chirping birds dancing in the trees
While I  reminisce the splendor of my youth
But this woeful  nightmare  kept lingering on.

The Gods are displeased with mankind's reprobate nature
Born evil, corrupt and permeate with anger
Uncultured  and lack manners, shameless but full of pride
Stealing and deceiving one other in broad daylight.

Why should they halt  this cold Winter to appease man's sinful nature?
To spread out their nasty bodies under his fresh  Spring buds
Romancing on our beautiful beaches 
And spewing vomit  from last night's  hangover.

The Gods are furious at mankind diabolic behavior
A disposition that has captivities the culture and has
provoked and haunt his  friends and neighbors
We have been Kidnapped  by strangers and  surrounded by hostility
Extortioners threatening to call  the officer if we  don't deliver
Everyone wants something  but don't want to do anything.

I must expel  this negative energy from around me
and replace it with refreshing  and productive energy
This toxic  energy spreading like cancer
 and causing  suffering, pain and agony.
I  must find a  place that is balanced with love and harmony.

Big trucks wandering up and down the street but going nowhere
The mail van moving around but dropping off no mail
Food trucks traveling around in circle but delivering no food
Just cold air battering the trees and drying up the Blossom.

I must escape his  prolonged and dreadful Winter
That  has failed to warm my  humble heart
A Winter that has stirred up so much anger
And have the people flattered and  scattered
Mocked and scorned by their neighbors
While Spring is still waiting in limbo.

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