Some walk the streets, and feel a kindred spirit a mile away.
Some notice the dead stares of uninspired lifelessness ... waiting on the world to change.
Is there not more than waiting?
Some walk the streets, and see need in the blank stares... some feel the desperation behind the lying smiles.
If I can't recognize a falsehood, how can I know to not follow?
Then if I believe in a falsehood, what is the risk?
I believe such a path has clear signs and signals. If I can't see them, then maybe I can feel them... like not being able to breathe.
"Time to get up, go outside and breathe ..... "
--- --- Grave Dance, Emerald Pool, 1996
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