April 27, 2013 - 19:25
Sheep flock out these first warm days.
Lambs ripe for the slaughter for spring feasts.
Droves of cattle following the herd.
Strength in numbers in parallel with everyone.
Daylight makes me sleepy.
Night awakens my soul.
True beauty is in the changing present.
When everyone dreams of past and future.
We seek comfort in another.
Without first understanding ourselves.
So as you walk together with others.
Don't mind me while I walk the other way.
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