Spring Peepers

Hold on, I am shopping, and
wasting the moments between heartbreaks,
avoiding these thoughts like a
kitten in the road.
I am young.
I am good or passable,
and I do not want to be here.

What happens to the hero after his quest?
He has learned everything he needed
to overcome the enemy, nothing more.
What use is a sword without a war?
What use is a heart without love?

Hold on, I am walking the park, and
withering away to the chorus
of spring peepers.

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