Raisins
I try to be the better man,
But lately that title has
Felt a little bit forced,
Like a raisin that was thrown
In the grape basket by accident.
We are fruit, but with vastly different taste.
I have been worn down by
The beating sun and have not
Had fresh water in ages.
Now, I am beginning to wonder
If I can manage to keep up
This marathon much longer.
It is lonely out here.
Trying to be what you know
You cannot reasonably be.
Where has the burst of
Flavor gone that I held
When I could move mountains.
I am still searching for it.
In the meantime,
I am glad people eat raisins.
~Evan James~
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