Entanglements With the Obvious

Why am I judged by another, as though I were no brother?

Why do the wily know-it-all’s cast so hard into dens of lions?

Why the abuse, the misuse, the creation of anything less than cute?

Why life a heavy boulder, a weight to carry rather than a loving embrace?

Is it just a rat race until dust we are and unto dust at last return?

Or is there meaning in pain, in suffering, in things that might be learned?

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