thoughts on a morning walk.

I’m just a vessel
to what end?
(glissandro in my ear)
everything seeks to control you
you win even when you lose
the world is your home
yours to roam
what is the measure of a man?
Is it pain, for it isn’t gain
It’s all acting  unh?
Yeah, it’s all acting.
See everyone as a child
mere proliferation of flowers
fickle blossoms


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