#79 (reiterated)


Not a shit was given as he said goodbye

the usual pang of lost hope was nil

Steadfast in what he knows and doesn’t,

finding comfort in curiosity

At peace upon this plane of being

breathing deep sigh of relief

Why are these people drawn to him

they say he is amazing, an awakening

perhaps for future thought

what blasted him from reverie was

handled with humbled grace

seeking to awaken the addled minds

of any he comes across

he will not shirk for polite correctness

such is a banal, wasted life.

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