Continuous and or otherwise
the sky floods our eyes,
we stare and still won’t ask
are we truly being our best?
The thrill we take for granted
our heavy clouds flood the earth,
barefoot in the mud,
quiet are the footfalls
reflecting on the neon lights.
Still,
we cannot help
to get all caught up lost
following large crowds
into those bright
colorful lights.
Hand held or otherwise,
we’re much better off
if we go at it alone
time will not require
a dark heavy sky
to pull our eyes
to the brilliant
neon colors.
Love is
neither gained
nor lost.
Love is
in all of us.
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