Nothing’s un-new.

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If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

I’m on my way losing my truth.
The moment those lost can be seen, travelling lines going to nowhere’s final destination, 
Old dreams painted in black,
days blending misgivings misguided, 
just blinded by a synthetic system of the uncaring judgement calls,
tunnels trapping therapy dogma with unfixable pills,
old timetable bleeding the truth, 
solidarity smudging our pixalated screens,
it helps to prop up historical denial. 

Poem by @steriojoe

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