Andy Warhol's Slick Grace

When I was younger,

I hoped to be like Andy Warhol.

Everybody like everybody.

I hoped to be like God.

Anyone like Anyone.

I hoped to be somewhere,

with new faces.

I hoped I wouldn't lose mine.

When I was younger,

I walked like Grace Slick.

Someone like Someone.

I walked like caterpillars,

foot after foot, going slow.

I walked like someone

with a place to go.

I walked with no destination .

Now that I’m older,

I hope Andy Warhol didn’t know

I hope God doesn’t know I couldn’t see him.

I hope somewhere leads to one face,

I hope I can pick mine out among a million.

Now that I’m older,

I walk and thank Grace Slick.

I walk and don’t step on caterpillars, squirming.

I walk and go somewhere,

Walking until I reach Myself.

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