and I try to dig and just ask why
well, things aren’t going by?
and soon enough I am thirty, maybe even forty, no a hundred
miles away; I bring something don’t I?
this is an experiment
a one-down-hand-under
when dreams take me a-plunder (hey, is that even a word?)
don’t mind me, baby
for all I am and all I might/could/would (god help me I don’t)
is this?
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