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Regardless


The mind wanders about

To no avail

Synapses traipse around

The less traveled trails

Without a map

Or a compass

Or an inkling

Yet still inking

Without rhyming

This time

I am thinking

The words might

Come back around

To this concept

I’d found

Worth penning

And when

All is said

And undone

And even

The mundane

Seems fun

I realize

In this compromise

That the world

Will continue

To rotate on its axis

Regardless.

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