Give up the earnest dreaming
wanting to be yourself
and yet
wanting to be like me.
We are both indifferent
seeing colored sunsets
where I see dying,
you notice nothing.
Is it not strange
that we share the same air
and yet
we differ about words
or reasons to be fair
like how there is no peace
without human suffering,
or human suffering
without peace.
I've never been the one to linger
whether peace is more of an illusion
of a chaotic reality.
It's all the same coin
that does not change its value.
To live, or die,
to be, or not.
Everything depends
on the viewpoint comments
whether there is,
or
isn't
of love.
10.12.20
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