Looking away, breathing tight,
No chance to make an offering,
Assuming a negative response,
Living in our automatic heads,
All the same to different degrees.
Staring into pupils (stricken us),
Feigning an air of relaxed poise,
Stiff, wide smiles in agreement,
Trying to budge the door a crack,
Can’t seem to hold it shut, either.
See why it’s so darn difficult,
Trying to set ourselves apart,
To be noticed for our existence,
Too much is scandalous and risky,
Being a ghost haunts us till death.
In the demands of our choices,
Attitudes govern our ease of pain,
Lest we suffer a grand knockdown,
Allow change to gently wash over us,
Unruffled being different but same.
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Old But New