I recall the smiling trees
the summer breeze
the green palpations
surging through my heart
racing in my mind
telling to my soul
twinkling across my face.
These realizations are the facets upon life.
A glass of lemonade on the porch
while farmer Joe works on his tractor.
The sweat wiped from his brow,
touched by the blue handkerchief from his back pocket.
Lying in the barn hay
kissing and rolling amongst the baby goats.
We are just animals in a barn
no different from those that decide each mammals fate.
Some live
but most die.
Die for their recourses.
Die for survival.
A past memory
reborn to start a new.
Recycled youth is some of the best learning tools.
At times I feel I was put on this earth to make up for past mistakes,
but how can I atone when I continuously live out the same life repeatedly.
Is this purgatory?
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