Is it prideful
to be delightful
amidst all the stifle
and so many clinging for mere survival?
Or is better to spiral
and rifle
through the eyeful
of tragic nightfall
appearing as the fateful
arrival
of awareness of our denial?
How long can we be idle
pretending it’s not somewhat suicidal
to bar ourselves from seeing the grateful
and stay souped in the direful?
If we attempt to be mindful
we awaken to the revival
of what it means to be thoughtful
conjuring up a vial
with reasons to be hopeful
A moment’s reprieve
from the idyl feed
where the mind misleads
is all we need
In order to proceed
we just need
to deeply
breathe
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