my ambition in life
is not to follow any path
not to close my mind
on something that
they believe in
i like the wanton
exhibition of ideas
in the circus of life
bearded women
fire eating men
and people who do
not believe in anything anymore
i like a grassy mountain
there is no path in there
and there are no footsteps.
i like a north star
to gaze upon my window
i am not here to follow
i am not here to lead
i am here to watch and then
write what i have seen
for those who are blind
they may see through my words
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