Everything gets me back to where I was
But it never looks the same
My shoes feel smaller,
I grow taller,
But when I look in the mirror it’s the same smile peering back at me
Today is my day; as all days are
Because there are no days
What am I thinking? Is it what I want the world to be?
I can create anything.
Everything sits in my palm;
Deep in my stomach my energy pulses begging to mix with my surroundings
Life is play.
Round and round-
Breaking away from the circles
Merry-Go-Round
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