The Same
Same bench seat,
same view overlooking
the shoreline, same thoughts
stretching out into the distances
searching for answers,
the same sea coming back
to whisper the same reply
that it will have the answers
for me if I come back
at the same time tomorrow -
the same cosmic comedian
playing the same game
over and over again.
Still, it's better here
where everything stays the same
week after week,
rather than being somewhere else
perhaps stuck on a spectral train,
out of the game
and with no say
in the company I keep.
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