Sometimes...
It's not reasons, that dictate,
the choices, we would make,
yet, they become part of life,
influencing decisions, that we take.
Not all actions, require explanations,
some questions, have no answers,
still, we would carry their burden,
out of free will, without compulsions.
Sometimes...
We don't see the losses,
as it bleeds, of our sources,
being mocked for the foolishness,
of clinging to unnecessary processes.
For, there's a meaning in inclusion,
of things, treasured for its attribution,
revered as individual, or an institution,
even when others, see it as delusion.
Sometimes...
There's no other purpose,
it's just a keepsake or souvenir,
reminding us of our connections,
with the ones, that are truly precious.
For, these keys...
Are not for opening locks!
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