Well, I, I, I...see the dust. Stirred up, just in sight. All meditation to damned, my brain recoils my heart squeezes like I'm standing at the edge. Gypsy, what? Jump, 1,2,3. I pause. I leave on Wednesday for a trip, road on- like my dreams have actualized. Yet here I am mentally poised in middle ground, unwilling to stay- unwilling to change and go. All my present presence evaporates. Fear, you devil you.
Craddle me,
a package bubble wrapped,
Take me,
where I should go,
Lead me there,
riding in a feather carriage
pulled by one dozen eggs.
Choaaaaa!! weeeeee.
I don't know Spanish. Mexico, here I come.
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