It's hardly a word
Used casuallyOh, how smoothly
The tongue rolls offAs novelty remains
An ideal often soughtToday, tomorrow
A fortnight from nowWe'll lie in bed
Thinking of chances forgoneAre our lives
Our existenceSo bland and grey
Looking back?Was satisfaction
An illusionMeant to conceal
Our greater selves?No, it'd be most incorrect
To think like soRather,
The soup of lifeIs one that cooks
Keep in mindA simple yet elegant meal
That can never be overspiced.So walk, dash, or
Tread lightlyBut always live life
to the fullestNo matter the shape
Or size of your worldNew things sleep
Within your reachEven just one step away
In a new direction.
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...