Everything happens for a reason, but who takes the Time to mine the reason that they happened, to mind, or not to mind: that is the question, like words that are used as a weapon, I’ll give you a quarter back for every instance that you can prove to me that it’s not about reception, yes: the act of percepting, those same words that you’re catching can be tooled for another purpose that they were fashioned, shhhh, turn down your volume and read the caption, hand full of information, nowadays my People parishes for lack of comprehension, you’re confusing ignorance for passion, the dull side of that double edged sword that you’re wielding, shielding from the light doesn’t eliminate its presence outside of your makeshift ceiling, destruction always yields new Creations, hateful killings and wars never ceased love making in its traction, while shots are firing, knots are tying, moaning and groaning leads to babies crying, just like that here comes a New Generation, reacting to their predecessors’ actions, reasoning with Time, about the same old question, to mind, or not to mind. Selah
A: Poetry By: Randy P.
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