The similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
can’t open doors to anything or anywhere at all
and I wait outside a stranger to truth and honesty
similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
the poor of Africa awaiting their hand-outs.
And too I know of dreams and needing to be free
unshackled to the similar, familiar,
and almost but not quite
reason for my life.
As twilight faces night so too I brave the dark
similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
a miner underground denied the feel of air,
tingling, sending ripples, like the touch of love
when the girl of then thought to live again.
Similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
and the genuine, authentic, a mere candle in the dark,
dies a stranger still to the awesome power within
that could have been, could have done,
and could have really loved,
in the full complete beauty of
truth and honesty.
And that today is life; similar to, familiar,
and almost but not quite,
the way it’s meant to be!
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