in bad times,
it's the predictable worst -
angry, destructing, hurting, sad
loneliness, bloody lonely,
and an imbecile to all.
in good times,
it's again not a surprise -
generous, affectionate, kind, good
company, sweet company,
and a fool to most.
in rare moments,
it's serendipity perhaps -
realizing half-truths, tired
solitude, hyped solitude,
and a cynical god to none.
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