Looking In the Mirror, Listening To Others
Call me Ishmael
Call me baby
Call me later
Call me sick & tired of platitudes
Call me the ubiquitous love of the universe
I am tired
I am nameless
I am vapor sifting through the trees
I am a billion mildly annoyed atoms
I am just like you
Only I have a pen
& the audacity to think this matters
Copyright © Corey Bryan | Year Posted 2023
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