When it’s done

Creative

Roles and expectations

We rarely ask questions
Who’s the controller
And who the caretaker?
That’s usually clear.
We do like
What we know.
Soft and washy traditions
fixed in our minds.
And when it’s done
It looks like a warfield.
Love was never the problem,
But the lack of respect
For life itself in all its facets.
Yet people prefer to talk
Instead of asking questions.

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