Today, I turned, Faced reality, and said: "I don't like you very much" -- A comment which was met with Resounding indifference. Life is change, Change is chaos, And order is the illusion: One we cling to like A tree root on a cliffside. I cannot make sense of it all, Or any of it, really: Life seems like doodling, Random scribbles on a page Where the activity itself is More important that the meaning.
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We all struggle with change but change is growth. Nice poem.