Tailpipes vomit putrid carbon.
Too essential for planet’s salvation?
Hmm. Perhaps not.

Fastfood clogs bulging bodies.
No time to cook?
Hmm. Perhaps not.

World fractures, cultures clash.
Common experience impossible?
Hmm. Perhaps not.

Hate to walk, to run, build fitness.
Exercise today’s drag, never highlight?
Hmm. Perhaps not.

Routine too engrained for change.
Inevitable death by thousand cuts?
Hmm. Perhaps not.

Guiding hand flips world on end,
adjusting perspective,
lighting crucial dawn,
gifting realization
of true importance.
Hmm. Perhaps.

Published by HikerAngel

I love to write. I primarily focus on female characters who become more beautiful and powerful, but I also write just about everything else, from poetry to comedy to horror. I have a number of short stories freely available on,, and

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