Two Sides

It was Wednesday morning

It was 3 am

A fox went by the window

A coyote screamed here I am

While there may have been silence

It demonstrated lack of faith

There was a constant worry

A look for a collective save

Oh in the silence

A mind may not abate

Thoughts of constant borrow

Thoughts arriving way too late 

As they search for a solution

An end game is not in place

Some players are not worried

It will not affect their fate

The paths they have chosen

The worlds they do inflate

The need for no attention

The need no one can relate

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by Bill Ferguson

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