Livelihood for the good things—
not much of it… who isn’t
chasing good feels? tell me—
what good, feels?
Obsessed with good, do good,
mirror me, past me, run from it—
run to it, the system is updated—
but the same me.
Yes, I'm current like a sea shore—
never dry, just shifting sides; up,
down—this channel I’m on, I'm
really a seesaw.
Jump as I climb, still drop in time;
bygone, a quick goodbye; gone:
I've moved on; my spirit feels fly—
or just flies by; I paint my time in
voice and word, make it feel good,
to express myself on the fly.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
Livelihood for the good things—
not much of it… who isn’t
chasing good feels? tell me—
what good, feels?
Obsessed with good, do good,
mirror me, past me, run from it—
run to it, the system is updated—
but the same me.
Yes, I'm current like a sea shore—
never dry, just shifting sides; up,
down—this channel I’m on, I'm
really a seesaw.
Jump as I climb, still drop in time;
bygone, a quick goodbye; gone:
I've moved on; my spirit feels fly—
or just flies by; I paint my time in
voice and word, make it feel good,
to express myself on the fly.
A stripped-down reflection on chasing “good” without ever defining it—caught between progress and repetition, up and down in the same breath.
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