Hello excuse me
Can I be a nothing
no goal no destination
whiling away hours
at some faraway station
watching paint dry
or even the grass grow
wealthy of time
the best kind you know?
Circadian rhythms
restful days
no clocks must exist
vestigial I say
Do I have to earn it
this time abound
or is one born
just - less - bound
by the need to do
to experience to feel
to love to believe
to hurt to heal
I like it
don’t get me wrong
it’s me my choices
my beat my song
but sometimes,
not very often
I wish I could shrug
I wish I could soften
Lead with my heart
feet right behind
take a trip to nowhere
with nothing to find
and no one to find me
but me myself and I
some strawberries maybe
on a summer evenin’ in July
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