Poison or the Cure

It’s never been enough to just be alive
Since the beginning of time, I imagine
Though, admittedly, I wasn’t there
I can’t know for sure

There’s always been an end to which we strive
A career, a distant shore, a dragon
Folks took pains – they took care
There was always much to endure

But sometimes, and somewhat contrived
By candlelight, with some tea and a grin
I write like I casually don’t need to dare
And I can’t tell if that’s the poison or the cure





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