so many feelings,
if i could spare a dollar, maybe they could be written down.
if i could give you the change in my pocket, maybe it would change your life.
there is nothing in that pocket.
change, that is happening right now,
lots of change but i cant spare a dollar.
i wish i could write in rhymes and prose, so that as you read this you could hear the rhythm of my steps.
the pulse and beat of the universe, the flow and steps of this universe that we are just visiting
we are guests you know, hear for a purpose, a reason, our purpose unknown and our reason
guests, sharing our steps.
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