reality at a closer look
is a cactus plant and if you stay longer
you feel the heat of the desert
at high noon
a little thinking takes you away
from this static existence
when you begin to move your feet
and use your head that
life is not meant to be at one desert only
so many places so many people
that one must learn to forget and simply move on
with the rest
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