mind contradicts in constant transition
despite self thought enlightenment
you poor and innocent bystander of
a civilization formulated by the society hypothesis
would you view my thoughts as a disparity?
and jealousy is an evil thing
and here. in this swing of sweet childhood
my legs dangle at too great a length
and my existence has evidence in the sand
left my key in the house
so i have no abode
but the sun shines on my upturned face
if only for a moment
and shafts of sunlight make happiness
more real then for a long time
though surrealness permeates this place
and the wind cleanses
and everything of superficial martyrdom
has no name
and there names are just that
not resounding questions
not threats to my bubble
of self created, self segregated oblivion
but here the sun may shine, the birds may sing
i may shut my eyes
And swing
swing-
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