Everyone is telling you how to live.
Sense and common sense meet
from time to time
and hangout with contradiction.
Contradiction doesn't know
what the other two
are so upset about.
You watch them
and walk away, their voices
fading into the breeze.
The tree beckons you to rest
beneathe its branches.
Laying on your back,
staring at the leaves,
the moisture of the grass
cools your back.
The answers appear.
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