End Of A Lightning Bolt

What a year it's been.

And we're on Day 21.

A lucky number for some.

As you get older, you realize certain things.

Patterns emerge.

Didn't we do this a decade ago? Two?

They say history doesn't repeat, it rhymes.

As you get lucky enough to be an adult with silver hairs, you start to realize something.

Everything is manipulated.

Someone is stirring the pot.

Who?

Well, you should consider such questions very dangerous.

And the truth is, I have no idea.

I do have suspects, though.

And I just wonder, if all the noise is meant to distract us.

Up, down. War, peace. Win, lose. Live, die.

Government doesn't always use its money honestly and fairly?

Politicians can be crooked?

The market is going down?

We got conflict in our streets?

People love to gamble?

There are concerns of war all over the globe?

Huh.

Who knew?

This is not news.

This is the history of our world.

Humans are flawed.

Even, especially, our best ones.

And good intentions can have some pretty evil consequences.

Look back, it will show you what's coming towards.

It might be different, but it's the same.

Lock it up, lock it in. 

The time coming.

Me?

I'm changing the world by changing me.

If I can change my world, the world is changed (at least to me).

And shouldn't that be the first metric?

So I'm dancing in the stratosphere, with Dusty, and the American Dream.

Just thankful for my piece (peace).

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