I ams who I ams
by chance and by choice

It is not any more difficult
then trying to fit into a society

Trying to do my own thing
often forgetting that I am one
of a long lineage of pen & paper drifters

I could talk to these strangers
and not smell like weed
and be open minded
but am always disappointed at every effort;
This city has become a skipping record
an album stuck on repeat

And if this is what life is in this world I am here in,
And I know what is next,
And I know how it ends
then maybe the East is right
was right

that my soul is to become water
flow change through everywhere of life

Everything I have been
is a part
of the experience I am

 

 

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(written in little notebook)