Aug 3, 2015
swish swash
Where do you go when you’ve lost yourself in mind?
All roads lead south, if it is that’s where you want to be.Maybe north, east , south south west?
All this covered by practiced, indoctrnated indifference. The calm above the ducks beating feet.
paddle paddle no where to go
paddle paddle barely keeping afloat.
Will I move or dye trying. Just that shore, so close,so far, but there are many shores, all equally green.
Yet beneath me the dark murky waters of my own inability to move forward. My own indescision. my own self deciept.
slowly now, push
