Forged Trials
Sitting aback with nothing to do.
I therefore create a problem,
A facsimile of thought
Nothing more.
After dwelling upon it thus,
The matter crosses realization.
Praying for the non-existing idea
Can at times be foolish,
For God does always hear.
To help his child
He honors the request,
And lets his child work out the rest.
Then more help is asked.
God grants until his last.
That will never come.
And thus;
The once factsimilious problem is done.
1997
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