I wish i could turn a deaf ear
to everything i hear
turn a blind eye
to what passes me by
wish i had a heart of stone
i would be better off alone
have no conscience
live a life of indifference
wish i were a spectator
and not an actor
just an onlooker
not a part of the big picture
wish i were a stream
endlessly moving towards a dream
a baby oblivious of the world without
with nothing to worry about
a cloud of impermanence
taking shapes insignificant
a feather constantly blown
with not resting place to call its own
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