Cards, paper marks, emblazoned with confusing poetry
telling fairy-tales of relationships, singing songs of acceptance,
They’re all pretty in picture, but meaningless when put to the test.

Hindsight is merciless with its truths, though insightful
Are people promoted for years spent? Good behaviour?
Are we simply led to a stable, and wait to be of use?

Acceptance is something discussed, but misunderstood
Something difficult and often against the grain
Promises of it should not be taken lightly

Revolutions and tangents, fallings both out and in,
taking us somewhere that seems the same, each time.
Until one mistake ends it all.

Is that what happened?
All the time–misspent?
All the caring, and me-myself-and-you–unstable?

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