pictures rotate in the upper-right corner;
i am infused by changing pics of my changling.

my thoughts all dress in pink, line-up properly
['like little 3rd grade girls; boys-slovenly slouch.]

stopping at "good enough" just to get directions
while searching for "best" is my alibi as i stop.

how can i say anything? all i have is words.

will i shorten his life by telling him of shortcuts?
drain him of novelety by always "teaching"? Boring!

i will meet the twain; my alter ego of humanity;
our shadows will daunt life itself, yet affect it not.

and i will smile, swallow and take another bite.

10/18/2011

Posted on 10/18/2011
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