Circumspection
There was a man
That wrote but not
He believed that stories could be changed
Though the man could not
He wrote stories about stars, planets, galaxies
But wrote but not
He wrote stories about losses, laughs, loves
But wrote but not
He wrote stories about kings, princes, peasants
Yet still wrote but not
There was a man
That inspired but many
They believed that his stories could change
Though the man believed not
They read stories of rights, wrongs, falls
That inspired but many
They read stories about trials, truths, tears
That inspired but many
They read stories about dictators, dominators, deserters
Yet still inspired but many
Until one day he wrote once, only once
They were the words of Truth
They were the words of Change
They were the words of Pain
There was a man
That wrote but once
He believed that one story could never change
Drugs, disease, disastor, depression.
Though he changed a lot.
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