For as little as we pay
could find so much better day.
Mind filled with ideas
and wishes not even singular,
not even part of the individual.
Getting stopped by some
never ending road that can't go
just stay.
The past is quite here, in here.
No present is full of it.
Like in a dream
life rolls unnoticed
and it seems the flow
knows more so just follow.
Strange ways.
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