i heard
them say: invent yourself
is that not a lie?
did i not have a self already
created
all done, all well done
and that all that i do here
is just to live
and flow
when i was born
i did not put anything to myself
everything is there
reinvent yourself, you say it
again,
create a self, you say it
again
and how many times is the
reinvention?
from crap to crab,
from fig to pig
from snail to hammer
from fog to fag?
there is an easy way
to live
to just be this seed and
grow
and then fall back
and rot and
be another seed again
for years and years
there is an easy way
not to think
but just be.....
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