And, the beat goes on from generation to generation, a shifting rhythm. Somewhere along the way the stilled voices need to be heard anew, repetition, A progression that will build from past foundations, edifices of contrasts, Honored for their differences, respected for their existence, enduring emphasis, To be desired among all the peoples and nations, recognition of real need balance, No stigmas or prejudices attached, freedom to glorify all life, insisting rhythm, Unity, solving global problems, moderating world environments variety. Ignorance will not be so blissful, when the end is near, nor will any other options variety. Decisions costing millions, outcomes to be nothing more than status-quo, repetition. All things being equal, which they never are, emphasis that there may not be any balance between things of contrasts, no yin and yang existence, no harmonious rhythm, only on-going repetition of past mistakes, but, clinging still to illusive hope for the future of mans existence and variety.
Delivery men are always later, than any procrastinator.
The roads you choose to travel. Lead to ruin, ruts, or gravel. Along with countless bills that never cease, are credit card promos to make your debt increase. Just when you think your work is done, more comes along to spoil your fun. Meetings, committees, wherever you congregate, always obligations, crises that cannot wait.