smart with glasses on

thinking back

and wonder as its own goal

and yet felt so dumb

played like a fiddle

and showed around

like a nerd

and yet the words

and the extra

eyes worked in the favor

and nothing and all refuse to break

as its own theme

for the taken

as its own reaction

as its own part

as its own truth

as its own noise

as the gather as its own sreams



About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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