Good and Bad

Are we who
we are, think
we are, say
we are, or
should be.

Did we grow
up, or do
we presently
dream.

Stuck in reality
we are, it has
its times good
or bad.

Good and bad.

Summer wanes.
Crickets symphonize
and autumn, in a
black gown, arrives.

Are we who we
are, did we grow
up.

The answers we
seek are chaff
in the autumn wind.

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