A trancendance between the good and bad of life,
A pebble is always held
For a special moment, a release,
Will come and has come
But still there is a retention, in case
Something better might come along.
What if something does not come?
And there is a permanent, grotesque vanity
Assured to some basic level.
But what if thrown away too soon?
You'll never know what could of been
Unhappiness will ensue to the defeat,
Of a non earthly soul.
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