A wish of change,
I awoke with a start; it seemed I had had a dream. Not
really a bad dream not really good either but enough to deliver the start.
If I should throw a stone into a pond the ripple when it
returns is never what it started to be, but Dang that is a long wait, just to
see.
High should be my own expectations. Driven to achieve a
victory, a pride of the moment of attainments Alas only of self for Destiny is
the mastery of self an expected moment of attainment.
Blind is the wave of change when I muddle in my expectations
of change as I crawl looking for that change.
If I have a wish of care, as clear as it can be and I
deliver it today you will color it tomorrow thus upon its return it was not
expected, the endless colors of cares destiny.
The same is true with any of loves destinies you get to
color them I get to expect them.
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