I don't have a list of feats accomplished, but I can dream.
I don't have a name to use for profit, but I can sing.
I don't even have a dollar inside my pocket, but I am free!
I am no more or no less
Than any and every. For
Each and every ending
Or beginning is a friend
To you in being, rest assured then, and get some grit-like friction. Throw down chalk
On top of pavement.
Bask on the breath of the dawn like a thousand dragons
articulated in
Existence, use that as your
trade-wind.
Now, to each his own good fortune,
I see all rocks but there's no wasteland!
And the water pours down very often!
Now here--A door for you to walk with,
Not a prize but you go out.
Choice is just the entryway,
Actions do commemorate (change).
Everyday is all the same,
Like a certain chord or accident
Against the curtains of refrain.
I'll say no more after this
But I will walk this way again,
Like how we can sit on the docks at eventide
And watch as the ships escape, eventually everything will fade, into
The sunset frenzy on the horizon,
Eventually, everyone to the place.
Following the parade.
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