never cared no
matter what has been said
he has just
been himself and stuck out instead
of making sense
he might waste the day with words
it’s either be
your own shepherd or just one in the herds
thundering silence
so many forget
never look back
no real need for regret
all the time
and in vain emotion
he gets sick
from the motion as if on the unruly ocean
tossing him
here and there and then back to the shore
no one around
him he must be a bore
or nothing
going on when others come by
and when
someone is finally there time begins to fly
from his mind
like words from the pen
moves it
constantly since he can’t remember when
it all unravels
he’ll be there not noticed at all
headstand in
lotus lost his balance he’ll fall…
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