I used to want to be somebody,
like a timeless, red bricked storefront with flashing lights and neat displays.
Now I just hope to be nobody,
like the flowering weed, covering ground, indistinguishable, leaving no trace.
I used to want
Now I just
Step in time with the rhythms of the earth and mind, waiting to be left behind.
Emulsified into the liquid sun, Eviscerated into the mountains
Leaving no trace.
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