Rise From the Fall

To be more complex, one simply must think

That time to reflect, while washing hands at the sink

In the passing of a blink, no one suspects

All colors but pink, in the mind rests

Thoughts of a time, somewhere in the distance

Either forward or backward, are gone in an instant

A thinkers persistence, when subjects combine

Must not be flippant, to ideas from the mine

Even these dark places, can evoke celebration

And light dower faces, with slight provocation

The manifestation, of charging mind races

Is the great destination, the thinking that saves us.

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