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WE WERE STARDUST
Broken promises are coming home to roost,
bad thoughts are getting mixed up with the good ones,
the world is growing increasingly crazy –
a hurtling, careening, corner squealing commentary on the cosmos…
Is this the work of the god of a paradise where anything goes?
Leaving a message in his wake that nothing is real, life is a trip
and earthy scents’ of “Strawberry Fields Forever” …
If you've been imitating the seeming cool, the detachment, and the languor,
your genuineness with arms akimbo won't be noticed
until you tire of your pose in Ray-Bans when indoors.
I do remember some funny looks
when playfully wearing them on center stage of hope and ability
... (A long time ago)
you can’t go back;
even Mt. Everest is a little shorter than it was.