I write because I could walk down the wrong street, say the wrong thing, make the wrong move.
I write because my cells could malfunction, the weather could change, or some person could press the wrong button.
Should I, unprepared and randomly enter the void, leave before I have accomplished what I seek; without having experienced all that life has to offer.
At least I have left something in my wake. I have still contributed to the world, whatever the size.
Shall I, even help one person past my timeliness, it will have been enough.
One laugh or one consideration of a new perspective would be perfectly pleasing, for who am I to have made an impact?
I am just a sweetly tweeting bird heard through the whisper of the leaves, I cannot help but offer some contribution to a world that has given me so much.
The sing song tends to echo, but for how long?
All the best,
FCP 🙃
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