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Think Freely While You Can
There is a land called Zimora, in a galaxy far far away.
Where in that land work people — each day at work and play.
I rested there awhile — observing them and then
Got lost in their lives repeated, time and time again.
Their lands are like ours are — roadways paved with stone.
I followed one which looked like many, that looked to come from home.
Well used they are and busy, with cars and trucks and semis
The same they looked at constant speed, each the one of many.
What do they carry I wondered as I watched them, and fully felt the thought that came,
Through the darkness, powerful, “with these we were put to shame.”
Those sixteen wheelers are full with the thoughts of every child,
Each mother, father, sister, brother — thoughts are panicked, wild.
As each of them they think — their thoughts are snared and taken
Transported to a desert and hither more forsaken.
Forgotten at the moment, when the trucks are lost to view,
Forever then and always, these thoughts are bid adieu.