Stop that train!
Walls plastered with  rules
These feel!
Now,  fools!
....myself..
gone perfected skill
fly away far,
travel at will.

choose my destinations well,
select to  tell or not to tell
how i choose?
privilege mine
choice was good?
will tell in time

I spin my ball, I spin my plates
I throw my pies, I tempt the fates
Case re-opened
for appeal
Time to back way up
to feel

__________________________________
You?
whose briefcase reeks of broken dreams
Mine?
emotion heavy streams
bursting knapsack experience
explodes firedwork innocence

reclaiming life.
don't care how
resurrecting
here and now.


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