Anthracite

I’m not sure of many things

Are we prospering or in decline

Whatever it is I don’t think it’s me

It’s not chosen but by design

There are those that judge

Knowledgeable just by seeing

Forgetting vital facts

They are fallible human beings

But I see revelations and wonder

At people and the big blue

And thankful realisation

I’m not like you

Relaxed with the outcome

Knowing it’s all just fine

Though I may be a bit mental

It’s not a fault but by design

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