Equating Elation


Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations;

A victim of our differences by nationality?

What about the genetic equations of our emotions,

And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?

A fraction of the sun hides the whole picture

and yet, we most manifest our closed-off nature.

Some are anticipating their departure,

Realizing reality is uncomfortably dense.

Some are generating a new identity,

Realizing reality is not the future in a past tense.

All in an attempt to rediscover the discovery,

And feel the once misunderstood numbers connect quantitatively;

Letting their eyes take in the formulas to their own equation,

Making new emotions by rediscovering patience,

Showing others in the hopes that this enlightenment is contagious. 



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