On My Way To Being Out of Touch
i am wondering about the next version of myself
i am drawing a blank as i head to the middle of nowhere
my comfort zone is so confirmed and my mind is becoming more at ease
i cannot wait to skip my first ten pebbles and drink some freshly made limeade
i am wondering about the next version of myself
i am all out of ideas but at the same time about to become carefree
the elements of time had dissipated and is not an ancient vapor to me
i cannot wait to climb the whatever-it-is tree and eat one of my three spaghetti sandwiches
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