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As he teetered on the brink Of this existence Did he quantify success Based on Fast cars and hot women? ~ Any regrets? ~ Did the futile search For his ideal Cause concern? ~ Did he measure his own value In the manner of the world: Dollars Cents Titles Rents, And feel remorse? ~ Or did he say, “Hot Damn! This was one wild ride! I’m so flippin’ glad I lived large ’til I died!”
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter She had to go. Her presence, mere existence, was a risk. We could Dress her up, Change her look, Modify her body, Dye her hair. To No Avail. She was Traceable, Trackable, Hackable. So now she’s gone. … “What appears to be success is not success.” he said. … It’s never really that simple.
It is done. That simple? That easy? Three little words. And then no more? IF It is done, What was it in the first place? And where do we go from here? You? Me? Alpha? Omega? Done? Revelations. |
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