☆°▪︎ THE RECKLESS, RUTHLESS, RIGID ROADS (TRAVELED ALONE BY THOSE WHO “KNOW”) ▪︎°☆

You

might

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you

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right,

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n

d

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that

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o

r

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sure

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y

o

u

.

know . . .

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 ~ that

.

f

o

r

.

sure

.

y

o

u

.

know . . .

.

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.

b

u

t

do

.

y

o

u

.

really

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want

.

t

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.

take

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t

h

a

t

.

road ?

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Do

.

y

o

u

.

really

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want

.

t

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.

carry

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t

.

stone,

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f

r

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m

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place

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t

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place,

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a

n

d

.

.

home

.

t

o

.

home ?

.

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.

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really

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want

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.

take

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a

t

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road ?

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Do

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really

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want

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carry

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t

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stone ?

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f

o

r

those

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t

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a

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do . . .

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 ~ yes,

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f

o

r

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those

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t

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a

t

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do . . .

.

.

.

increasingly

move

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t

o

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travel

alone

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d

o

w

n

.

cold

.

a

n

d

.

narrow

roads . . .

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.

.

 ~ they

move

.

t

o

.

travel

alone

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d

o

w

n

.

cold

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a

n

d

.

narrow

roads,

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a

n

d

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no

longer

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g

r

o

w

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or

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g

o

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where

fun,

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a

n

d

.

.

love,

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a

n

d

.

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joy,

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a

n

d

.

.

adventure

flows . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

.

n

o

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longer

grow,

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o

r

.

go

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w

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r

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fun,

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n

d

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love,

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d

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joy,

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d

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adventure

flows,

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i

n

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the

wild,

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o

p

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n

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reaches

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f

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the

unknown . . .

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 ~ in

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t

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wild,

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o

p

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n

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reaches

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o

f

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the

unknown . . .

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.

.

where

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i

t

.

freely

flourishes

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a

n

d

.

flows . . .

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~ where

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i

t

.

freely

flourishes

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a

n

d

.

flows . . .

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.

.

~ where

.

i

t

.

freely

flourishes

.

a

n

d

.

flows . . .

.

.

.

i

n

every

direction,

like

echoes . . .

.

.

.

like

echoes . . .

.

.

.

like

echoes . . .

.

.

.

bouncing

.

i

n

.

all

directions

off

.

o

f

.

those

stone,

cold,

lonesome

roads . . .

.

.

.

 ~ bouncing

.

i

n

.

all

directions

off

.

o

f

.

those

stone,

cold,

lonesome

roads . . .

.

.

.

owned

.

b

y

.

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

every

.

.

o

f

.

.

those

who

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a

r

e

.

“right,”

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

who

“know . . .”

.

.

.

 ~ owned

.

b

y

.

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

every

.

.

o

f

.

.

those

who

.

a

r

e

.

“right,”

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

who

“know . . .”

.

.

.

 ~ holding

fast

.

t

o

.

those

reckless,

ruthless,

rigid

roads . . .

.

.

.

owned

.

b

y

.

those

.

w

h

o

.

choke

.

a

n

d

.

swallow

home,

after

home,

after

home . . .

.

.

.

soul,

after

soul,

after

soul . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

hope,

after

hope,

after

hope . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

choke,

.

a

n

d

.

swallow

home,

after

home,

after

home . . .

.

.

.

soul,

after

soul,

after

soul . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

hope,

after

hope,

after

hope . . .

.

.

.

s

o

even

though

.

y

o

u

.

might

.

f

e

e

l

.

you

.

a

r

e

.

“right,”

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

that

.

f

o

r

.

sure

.

y

o

u

.

“know . . .”

.

.

.

ask

yourself

.

i

s

.

that

truly

where

.

y

o

u

.

want

.

t

o

.

go ?

.

.

.

 ~ is

.

t

h

a

t

.

truly

where

.

y

o

u

.

want

.

t

o

.

go ?

.

.

.

just

because

.

y

o

u

.

feel

you

.

a

r

e

.

“right,”

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

that

.

f

o

r

.

sure

.

y

o

u

.

“know.

Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2021 to inspire people to weigh the tradeoffs associated with making judgments and being “right” for much of the time. This poem was inspired by conversations I had with someone who repeatedly stated that he was “right” and everyone else was “wrong.” This has been a common attitude I have frequently observed in political affairs and such.