Aye, streams ripple in rhythm
The world is at rest
No place for conflict
And so it twists and turns and bends
Until a river

Aye, creativity is rampant
Everyone partakes
Who’s to categorize art
It arrives and departs on whim
Until emptiness

Aye, we are part of the problem
It’s easy to drown out guilt
One’s opportunity is the other’s plight
The streets are thronged with outrage
Until silence

Nay, the planet is not doomed
Every effort evens out the scales
We are but a fleeting extravagance
All caught up in pursuits
Until conjecture


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