A place of many things
and a very changeable boy
and therefor, a great number of days

The navel gazer himself
liable to start each line with an "and"
is nothing its own?
each face like the last
each tree, holding hands underground
with all others he's encountered that day
each song, sung just for him
just for that moment

You are no culmination
no stress point, no break point
where do you find the ability
to perceive each stimulus as a reflective surface
the rain exists only to keep you in
and the sunshine, just to beckon you out
the wind to cool your brow
and the four walls just to keep you safe

The world wouldn't steal your bike in the rain
because it does not notice you
accept your place as a footnote
but don't accept that footnote's place
don't let others write your 15 minutes
not of fame, but existence

DON'T SPEND LIFE ON YOUR HEELS