this morning I wake up thinking of gentle things
falling asleep to the muffled sounds of my roommate having sex
waking up to a new day given like a clean folded towel in my hands
where will life take me? I stand at the metaphorical bus stop of the mind
looking back and forth for telltale round lights in any direction
and walk down the path on the thread of the journey
in between the voyage home and the voyage out
the ocean like a cloth sea in front of me
where will life take me?
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