...Being. Or not being, dependent on how you look at it.
Encased within and looking out,
I think: how much does it really mean?
paying some attribute as a compliment
I drink
and glut myself, floating along,
allowing circumstance's swing;
not indifferent- not totally-
I hear both curses spewed and praises sing'd
and through it all, I do
just as I do.
But sometimes I feel a conscience
and then my will is vilified-
but somberly I soldier on,
not always sure if right or wrong.
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