I Am In the Middle of Becoming Anchored
I wish I could be like Gil Scott Heron
in the middle of becoming anchored,
somehow reconciled, somehow being
detached and lost, all the time
thinking about jazz, or maybe not
Hey where do they come from
Tell them, so they know who they
are. Tell them anything,
look upon them differently
So they learn to understand just
what you truly mean.
So hey,
I'm in the middle of becoming anchored
where it feels easy to feel really small
Where, where ever that is,
I am becoming caught in the middle
of without ever thinking,
with nary any thought.
Peace!
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