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The Real World or Not?

When the road splits in a fork,
I stop and wonder.
Which is the right road?

An unknown future lays beyond each road.
We do not know what will harm us what will not.
The art form we are creating,
that comes from the heart
and reflects the pain and sorrow of people's lives,
is delicate and we do not no how much one's choice can effect the world.

There is much to learn,
everyone, everything.
To learn the process of building,
a genuine community.
To connect people to their families,
sustained by meanful work,
to be nurtured by the needed care of each other
and together raise and educate their children.

To be fair,
Everthing is equal.
To be more aware of the community around us.
To care, and help ones in need.
If we all helped each other,
places wouldn't starve.
There would not be as many wars.
Do what is right for you,
 your family, your nieghborhood, your community, your world
and the universe.
We cannot grow strong if we do not live in a place of beauty,
love, joy, safety and peace.

Your heart must believe in what you believe.
That is the way to create our dreams.
And follow it, follow it to what you believe.

5th grade (2009)

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