Playing the game of life as I wander through an interior
atmosphere, living in the moment because that's all I
ever do.
Senses always ready to take in details of life, forging
novel thoughts from an innate ability, concentrating on
feelings that are accumulating in my mind.
Scorching ideas, bringing them into lit embers, watching
as they become a blazing fire, traveling through interior
forests of ideas.
Setting them all ablaze, mind working steadily, constantly
taking time to enhance whatever I'm thinking.
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