What Does It All Mean

If the moon met the sun from a distance, and they could dance together despite their flawed dispositions… could we not also?

So I sat alone in my room
Once again thinking –

Why me?
Why we?

Should the lessons of man be all placed in a book
Surely one would never make the very same – inevitable …

Why now?
But how?

With a smile in one hand
A weltering flower shaped heart in the other
I question this purpose,
Purposely lift this weathered generator of life

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