Thinking


   The anticipation,
   Of what is to come.

   Whether it is good or bad,
   Causes stress for everyone.

   Fear drives hate,
   The unknown does the same.

   A weakness is,
   The lack of planning.

   No matter which end you belong.

   Failure to attend the anticipation,
   Of the throng.

   Will override,
   Everyone's plan.

   Then to the mob,
   We will belong.
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Rolland Avatar
November 28, 2024 at 5:31 PM
nicely written , we can't all anticipate i guess enjoyed yann
Stone Avatar
November 29, 2024 at 2:24 AM
Thank you for the comment. Have been reading too much history and do not see a positive outcome for the world at the moment. Feel like I can influence what is in my direct sphere but not much else.
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