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There it was, the fatal truth
Exact moment; the death of youth.
So bizarre it feels a spoof —
now what is left to deduce?
On this rocky road, can there be a truce?
Searching for the end of the dotted line
and thinking back through the miles of time.
Trying to make sense of this new paradigm —
Wondering just who is serpentine,
or a mastermind.
There is no rewind,
for now, it is all undefined.
You’ve made it down rougher roads
and had greater stories to be told —
lessons to be bestowed.
Sunsets of indigo,
moments of vertigo.
You’ll be alright, kiddo —
nothing stops this traveling show.
November 20, 2024