Optimism

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Wars internal bequeath scars eternal, victories pyrrhic,
Those without, cost precious time, healer ever true, yet.
Nothing ever at rest, magic in search of spaces sacred,
Reasons unrelenting, compete to colour the world blue.
Find the elusive within, then it’s all darn smooth sailin’,
Things change, wounds mature as joys become echoes.
Strife takes a long lunch-break, meaning goes on holiday,
Comfort beds times uncertain, union most imperfect.
This too shall bore me, I surmise, more tea for the abyss,
Friends become known strangers, coldness heartfelt.
Everything strange, ever familiar, a more perfect onion
In quiescence, the self ever bright, I abide, forever free.