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MEDIAN
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Can there be an us without a them?
Do we just keep going or begin again?
There are so many questions but answers are few
What is right for me might be wrong for you
Can there be more directions than left or right?
Can problems be solved without a fight?
Perhaps the best path to be found
Is to tolerate others but stand your ground.
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IF YOU EAT A PICKLE
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If you eat a pickle, or if you ate one yesterday
This affects me not at all
You can eat a pickle anytime anywhere
And my life will go on normally
Unless I have been brainwashed since birth
To think of pickles as evil, an abomination
Tools of Satan to lure unwary innocents
To the road to ruin
Then I will be offended if I see a pickle
I will be outraged if mention of pickles is within my hearing
I will judge pickle eaters as unworthy
I will suspect my neighbor of secretly eating pickles
In the privacy of their home
And condemn anyone who stops in the pickle aisle
As minions of societal collapse.
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EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING
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Somewhere between mercy and vengeance
Is the grey fogbank of indifference
The apathy that blots out the whole situation
The sharp sigh that cuts the tether
So we are free to drift off to new worlds
Of wonder
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GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT
The Higher Self is the midwife that waits
To deliver the stricken lower self from the womb of obsession
To stand in the birth chamber of compulsion
And bring consciousness safely back into the light
Heralding the rebirth of knowledge, inner strength and new purpose
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RULE-ETTE
Life is a great big casino
Each day we win and lose
But we can cash in our chips for wisdom
Whenever and however we choose
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STOP OR GO, YES OR NO
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A plan is forming
I can see its vague shape waitimg
On my potential path
Shrouded in the swirling mists of time
And probability
As I get closer, I will be able to ask
"Who goes there? Be ye friend or foe?"
