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(Trying to) Save the World


by Darryl Price


Don't look down as a way 
of true living. Don't chase 
the neon lights for the 
only right answer. The 
new moon is ever changing. 
The stars are spinning 
above. They all want you 
to accept their latest 
mad offer. So many, 
but the answer is who 
do you love, not what is 
your favorite place to
 
rest for eternity? 
We'll get there, together 
or alone. Don't look down 
your nose as if that's the 
only view worth considering. 
Everything is 
breaking my heart. Everyone 
is breaking my heart. 
How can you not see the 
cosmic connection in 
all those ancient trees? Are 
you really that heartless?
 
Don't look away as if 
you cannot see a thing. 
You are there among those 
on the ground. You are among 
those poor souls whipping 
around the trunks and limbs, 
dancing like a worn thin 
purple and gold ribbon 
or a wounded warrior 
wind. Does it really matter 
what form they choose to 
show you now of themselves? 

You could question every 
question and still never 
come up with an answer. 
Everything is frustrating 
my soul. Don't look down 
the road longingly if 
you've not prepared yourself
to go happy. It's your 
funeral. Light rain and 
snow. It goes where it goes 
to live and to die. Everything 
is lighting my
 
love from within. Everyone 
is lighting my love 
to shine without. And someone, 
somewhere, is playing 
that lonely feeling on a  
piano for no 
one in particular, 
but we'll all recognize 
ourselves in the pain, its 
repetitive melody 
haunts us. Because we
know its refrain like rain. 
  
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