It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future.
In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,
All I seem to focus on is the little things.
Did that come off as indifferent? Was I wrong to think that?
These insecurities fester in my veins
Like bacteria in a petri dish.
If left untamed, they will multiply,
Encroaching on anything with the potential for good.
So I have to tell myself-no, force myself-
To pay attention to that droplet racing down the window,
Instead of the flood warning on the television.
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