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 | The Cycle Continues  [E] A poem about how fake people can be......  |
| (4.0)  Welcome to WDC from "Newbie Welcome Wagon" ! Title: The Cycle Continues Author: MF Type: Poem I don't know if the person who wrote this poem is all that good at hiding his/her emotions to the outside world. It's more likely you tell everyone whenever you are hurting. No, I am kidding. Writing is a catharsis, a way to say what we wouldn't otherwise. I think when we are younger we tend to see things more in black and white and as we age, shades of gray tend to filter in. Youth will call that "losing our edge," but we declare that we see things from a greater perspective. Which is true, maybe both. Youth still has this vision of the ideal, of how things ought to be, while older people tend to work with how the world actually is. We've come to accept that the ideal is impossible, and so why grumble about it? Work with what we have, find ways to make life meaningful, despite its lack of perfection. I don't know. I don't even know what I am talking about, lol. I wrote poems like this when I was 16 to 21. I saw the plasticity of the world, the hypocrisy, the lies, the automatons (as I called all those who just went about their lives unquestioningly) but I grew out of it. I still know it is all true (in a sense) but I guess the main question I have is, "What of it?" Yes there are hypocrites out there, but that won't change, so I could complain about it (and there are therapeutic reasons for doing so) or I could just smile and worry about my own place in the universe. I chose the latter (for the most part.) I don't know what I am trying to impart here. Maybe just not to sweat the small stuff, and worry about those things that directly affect you. The poem ends well, with you facing your problems and admitting that is the right course (though I am not sure how the subject changed from fake people to admitting our problems.) Grumbling is bad for the digestion anyway, lol. It's a wide ranging poem that might have lost its focus but it was at least somewhat related in subject matter. 
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