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Jan 2011
frankly
I'm beginning to think that
everything is overrated
and I'm just sinking down underneath
the feet that have trod this path
a million times before
I was ever born.

I know we all walk the same way,
basically, and we all speak the same way-
diaphragm to lung to pharynx to tongue and teeth and lips
to ears
we are easily redesigned and programmed
to mimic those set before us
tweaking the most minute circumstance
and making it our own.
I know this, I know.

but what I want is nothing
something new and unbreakable
but what I want is overrated
and has been thought of.

we all have the same chances
the same mistakes
the same footprints,
essentially speaking.

we're all just bags of pulsing
muscles, bones,
blood and guts
moving forward, or backwards
(if you just squint your eyes and lean in
a little closer).

in a world where anyone can make it,
no one really does-

I know.
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