This ticket lays on shelves,
unburdened by the anxiety
of not knowing.
Rampant, hoped for
Better days
What power paper has!
Somehow holding vestiges
of the mighty forest
it has fallen from.
Imagine the forest.
All the time in the world
to walk
to stop there
with all this green.
All that Green
That ticket Screams!
In a silent rage
I wait.
For better days
I Wait,
for knowing,
not knowing
is better than truth.
The imagined,
unimaginable hopes.
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