Some days,
I wish I were
A jellyfish.
Brainless,
Spineless,
Speechless.
Floating
Along the waves,
Through the seaweed.
Feeling everything,
Yet not caring
About a thing.
Focused
On that motion:
Push, glide.
Not getting
Anywhere important,
Just here.
That sounds nice.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
Some days,
I wish I were
A jellyfish.
Brainless,
Spineless,
Speechless.
Floating
Along the waves,
Through the seaweed.
Feeling everything,
Yet not caring
About a thing.
Focused
On that motion:
Push, glide.
Not getting
Anywhere important,
Just here.
That sounds nice.
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