quirkiest me
bows to the aura of
the quirkiest you…
Human being
a struggling cosmic comic
the wrong with me
may be your right!
the sun appears to set
for some
for others it never sets
but who does really know?
mind is the only engine
this soul the only source!
I learn n’ keep
tracks of my lessons
I write on clouds…
thick skin, thin skin, thin-thick?
I need none
for all I need is flow!
what’s a wave to the ocean?
dead leave to the ground?
a painting to the canvas?
What good is my reflection
to the mirror?
How do I learn or unlearn?
and up my game!
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