Robin Shuler

This world breeds insecurity.
From our emergence out of child,
sun-dappled, sweet -meloned childhood,
to the hectic responsibility of reality.
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Smile
when they look at you.
Those 'Go to Hell' looks.
Those looks that seem to say it all -
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Flying by in a blur,
Hello ma’am,
Goodbye sir.
And I just can’t be sure,
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Softly, lightly
balanced
on fragile waves.
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Sing a little song,
Just an itty bitty ditty,
About the rolling boom
Of the ocean’s lull and gloom.
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You love to hate
-and hate to love.

But Living still feels like
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Waking up
feels like dreaming
when reality becomes pretend.
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Tell me something new
Just tell me something true...

You dance through lies like rain
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So send here woe,
hung all in black,
to wander until stars wane.
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Drowning in a pool of music -
every fiber toned to that melody -
she feels the rhythm in her blood.
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Wiping the tears from her eyes
She softly whispers her last goodbyes.
So long to all those crazy nights,
Au revoir to all those rising lights.
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