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I'm always afraid that someone is going to stumble upon me whilst I am secluded and daydreamy. I'm afraid that they will see me and exclaim, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" In the world of productive mainstreamers, of mindnumb 24/7 workaholics, I am a rebel. Fuck you, paper and pencil, blank Word documents, etc etc. I don't need things to prove that I am something. I do. I am.
Composed to a Homeless Man Sitting 20' Away
Where are you going?
O Aimless and Free Mesiah,
take me with you.
On a homeless, homeward bound journey
we would follow the dirt paths
to nowhere and everywhere.
I would follow you to the end of the earth
...And, as we peer fearlessly over the edge
I will hold your hand, take a breath
And
Plunge
furiously
into the unknown.
Composed to a Homeless Man Sitting 20' Away
Where are you going?
O Aimless and Free Mesiah,
take me with you.
On a homeless, homeward bound journey
we would follow the dirt paths
to nowhere and everywhere.
I would follow you to the end of the earth
...And, as we peer fearlessly over the edge
I will hold your hand, take a breath
And
Plunge
furiously
into the unknown.