By Gosh

I could have been born anywhere
to any kind of family
or tribe for that matter.

I could have been adopted
or at least adopted a pen name.

At some point in my life 
I've been to Paris.

I could have studied ordinary things there
but I don't want to think about ordinary things
not then, not there, not now.

I would have eventually been influenced by sedatives and surrealism
which would have influenced the beliefs held hostage in my subconsciousness.

I have no doubt I'd end up sitting in a room with a book case
and years would go by
just as I had expected.
By gosh.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 15, 2017 at 8:52 PM
So sad unless that was your goal just you and a bookcase. You do write well I enjoy reading your work so you are not alone. There is everyone your work touches.
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