Reckoning Is...


For truth be told
I don't belong
Waiting here again
As usual
Patterns turn to habit
With no recollection
Past shoots through
Beginning anew

A new set of rules
That don't match the rest
I can tell this path
Is to be unseen,
And somewhat unreasonable
Destined to correct our
Mind's capable plan.

For years, now mixed,
Due to simplicity of our own understanding
It is time for us to tell,
And I mean all of us
To stand, to remember why we're here
Because, even though some say no,
We really do.

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