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[twistdmoonlight]

I'm not racing time
but I'm racing the thoughts in my mind
reaching back
to thinking about what I might've had
thinking I'm a jerk
for twisting around and going bizirk
but then it's all perfect
and fine
it's all synchronistic,
right?

Been floating like a butterfly,
flirting with all the bees,
seeking out what life is holding,
and it's all just waiting for me

what's the point of bother
why bother with jealousy,
though it's hard to deny,
when I'm just being me.

Been juggling these words,
trying to shake off any fear,
that's been holding on and building up,
but deteriorating only slightly year after year,

studying each tableau,
as though each is born anew,
learning things,
you gotta train your eyes to see,
and nothing is more fascinating than truth.

walking one step at a time,
stepping toe first,
stomping on steady ground,
solemnly mimicking the puff mushroom's burst.

Then it hits,
on my blindside,
still pretty,
but it won't rest easy tonight.

So I'm wafting
with the wind up my skirt,
and the sun in my eyes,
I'm sinking and floating,
all at one time.

My default says it's all good,
it's all fine.
But I think I'm ignoring my heart,
And trusting my corrupted mind.

Putting it off,
I think I should write this all down,
but I don't know where to start,
These thoughts spinning round and round.

Blah blah this,
blah blah that,
blah blah whatever,
I guess that's that.