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Continuous and or otherwise

the sky floods our eyes,

we stare and still won’t ask

are we truly being our best?

The thrill we take for granted

our heavy clouds flood the earth,

barefoot in the mud,

quiet are the footfalls

reflecting on the neon lights. 

Still, 

we cannot help 

to get all caught up lost

following large crowds

into those bright 

colorful lights. 

Hand held or otherwise,

we’re much better off

if we go at it alone 

time will not require

a dark heavy sky

to pull our eyes

to the brilliant 

neon colors. 

Love is 

neither gained 

nor lost. 

Love is 

in all of us.