One who self assuredly
lieves be a self governing code,
watch where you are going,
trust
the practiced habituation,
rising
to the upright pose,
standing
on my own two feet,
stepping
into my own time alive
with Justin Johnson mellow blues,
mellow mental slow dance,
walkin'
by the windows,
looking
through my own reflection,
at whats appealing
to me, please
see something you want and need
and can afford,
you hear
the window dresser
thinking
to himself,
see my artful display,
and imagine owning the desirable
baubles
on display, but, not today,
too long ago
to care, yet
fishing
for forgotten goods,
thinking today could be the day,
when all involving my ever after
happens
to ever
after mean what me and you
think ever and after
at once do mean
can we signal senses
we think we share,
no question,
I suppose,
the answer is yes, we share
the very air we breathe,
with music in it.
But, but, beware,
the back beat,
telling me I have wasted all my days,
I glance back,
and see my shadow,
so I laugh, inside, seeing my progress
into the light
of ever after all I lost…
asking strangers
for a few minutes
we can someday share, sure and certain,
it was as real as anything,
at the moment
our selves are
not ourselves, not
another pair
of people facing after all,
we form a bubble
to be in, only we two,
could be
we must imagine some sense
we feel we must squeeze
from sense
as common as
the air we share.
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
One who self assuredly
lieves be a self governing code,
watch where you are going,
trust
the practiced habituation,
rising
to the upright pose,
standing
on my own two feet,
stepping
into my own time alive
with Justin Johnson mellow blues,
mellow mental slow dance,
walkin'
by the windows,
looking
through my own reflection,
at whats appealing
to me, please
see something you want and need
and can afford,
you hear
the window dresser
thinking
to himself,
see my artful display,
and imagine owning the desirable
baubles
on display, but, not today,
too long ago
to care, yet
fishing
for forgotten goods,
thinking today could be the day,
when all involving my ever after
happens
to ever
after mean what me and you
think ever and after
at once do mean
can we signal senses
we think we share,
no question,
I suppose,
the answer is yes, we share
the very air we breathe,
with music in it.
But, but, beware,
the back beat,
telling me I have wasted all my days,
I glance back,
and see my shadow,
so I laugh, inside, seeing my progress
into the light
of ever after all I lost…
asking strangers
for a few minutes
we can someday share, sure and certain,
it was as real as anything,
at the moment
our selves are
not ourselves, not
another pair
of people facing after all,
we form a bubble
to be in, only we two,
could be
we must imagine some sense
we feel we must squeeze
from sense
as common as
the air we share.
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