One Day
By RW
I told myself, one day
One day I will cross the trenches to the unknown
I wondered to myself, why?
Why must those whom you love deceive you the most?
I figured out where:
Where the hatred, pettiness, and emotions rest inside
I asked myself, when?
When will the path be cleared
For me to walk a straight line into prosperity and love?
Then I told myself, one day
One day I will cross the trenches to the unknown
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Sometimes I think that to “cross the trenches to the unknown” is the most important thing there is — because so much of what people think is “known” is fake. But I think, my brother-writer, that those trenches are out there waiting for us not one day, but every day.
Stay strong,.
Grandpa D.