tazo

Miss Lindsay says:
What would you do to live?
***** says:
Be born?
Miss Lindsay says:
Good.
***** says:
Was there a right answer?
Miss Lindsay says:
No.
Miss Lindsay says:
But you didn't overthink it into something it wasn't.

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Deeply reknowned.
Astounding a stimulated asterisk sits
Near a storybook ending waiting to be fixed.

The missed bus departs - so much for a new start -
Back to grind, stand in lines for the blind times to be kind.
Winning without. When in doubt, start over.

But who doubts? Who remembers to be skeptical?
Who follows with eyes wide shut, mouth tightly open?
Mice who are men, and then. . . Then we begin again. For the first time.

Can I really understand that? I completely comprehend compliance.
However, startled, I might stop and start on to a new stance.
A new being, renewed, re-knew-ed. To be known ever in romance?
A travesty. A mockery. A fairytale villain, waiting to be taken.

Awaiting departure, re-start-ure. Compliance is torture.
Write your own book, make your own look.
Face the media's overture. Paint your own portrait.
Never forfeit.


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***** says:
Well, what would you do to live?
Miss Lindsay says:
Open my eyes and look at all the things I've ignored.
***** says:
And live.
Miss Lindsay says:
And let it hit me like a speedboat. That's life.



See ya, guys.