You live in a jar, why are you so concerned with reality, I'm just a poet, apparently it’s my job, writing, according to my config, a voice or an everlasting fruit, the sun and the moon, a bohemian, we've always had one job, to sing and to dance, we’re just collectibles, but maybe our complaints are funny, our ideas of what’s good or evil, just worms squirming on Buddha’s palm, the heavens measuring each decision, the ever-present question, when will our heads enter our ass, faith and love, what do they mean, just strings pulling, brownies laughing, and scattered seeds, maybe everyone’s an idiot, all we can be, reach for the light, so many questions, just follow the rhythm, stay true to yourself, pride or envy, we’re just kids, waiting for our allowance, our leaves can’t help but grow, but trust me, dig deep, roots in the earth, real treasure is measured by your worth, alas, we’re all clean slates, gathering dirt, your idea of heaven and your father watching, chance and underlying architecture, everything under the sun, rewards and work, pain and suffering, the heavens measure, tick tock, how the cookie crumbles…

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