You're not right and I'm not right.
Sometimes two wrongs just might
be the answer. There's no danger.
What if I say I won't try to change you
Or rearrange you
I'm not the one and you're not the one
But maybe we're not just anyone
comes through that door. Hit the floor
runnin' and gunnin' and hopin' for more
There has to be more
We're no us but maybe we could be
something amazing, and amazingly
productive, not self-destructive
Like elements engaging and attractive
Like elements reactive
Conventional wisdom says don't try
Sometimes not all wisdom is wise
Take it in stride, set it aside
No expectations, but fully alive
Hopeful and still alive
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Written roughly a year ago. Not my usual fare, but nevertheless noteworthy as the first thing I had written in several years at that point.
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