Wednesday, June 27, 2018

270618 BLOK

270618 BLOK
There are walkers.
There are hoppers.
There are fliers.
There are swoopers.
But, then thereĀ“s the Albatross
Around my neck,
My search for the butterfly,
The humming bird,
Checking me out!
Who am I?
A bum on a bicycle
Setting the pace
Of no race,
Feeling grovy!
Start living!
Stop the routine!
Freak out being real,
Not what they want,
But, who you really are,


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