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just about life

Submitted: October 18, 2016

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Submitted: October 18, 2016

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i am a traveler

of life

i sit in my desk

you laugh at your jokes

you talk about sports

you do not realize you are of a caveman species, that you are an intellect

but i do

i am a profound art

i am not arogant, i am not cocky

i am true

i am deep

but you dont want to know

so i travel past you

i end up singing

famous blue raincoat

on a stone in a rock on the beach

the moon echos my feet

the darkness and the trashing, tired, frustrated waves

and of course the blue

it is dark but its true

but i have to travel past you

i end up reading

waldon

in a tree on some leafs in the forest

i hum as i go i never look back

you know you are watching. i can feel it

so i travel past you.

suddenly,

this is not fair

this is not fair

i am under a spotlight

i am naked

my memorys ambush me

i just want to rest

but the winds in my face and my eyes gleam green

i embrace the lights and the chaos 

i fall fall fall fall fall fall fall fall fall 

down where no man has seen the dispair of vulnerability and tragic escapes

i land 

suddenly i am on a bus and everything of mine-

my belongings my me of things

is on my seat

and you sit down and you smile and you know what you really mean

so a sputter i scream i tear you a part

but im no match for you

so im glowing and i softly get up, 

i take my belongings without a glance back

without a red in my cheek

i am full of pride and i slowly return to sanity 

and you are left to laugh and talk about sports

i just wanted to rest 

so i traveled past you

and i rest

 

 


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