Until This Adventure Ends

I have no purpose meant,
To identify and acknowledge...
That which does exist.
With a repeatedness...
That collects dust and sits!
As if I am assigned,
To show others...
How to stunt and rust their minds!

I am only obligated to be aware,
And expand my consciousness.
With an acceptance of a process...
Some who do this,
Have labelled as growth!
With a daring to live life...
And to share the findings that are there.
Until this adventure ends.

Those accustomed to the taste of stale bread...
Seem to always find the time to comment on it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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