The World As It Goes

The world as it goes,
The times and flow.

Memories of old.

As it all flows,
Empty,
Turning to dust,
As I walk on through the desert.

Cold with the touch of night.
Only to walk on,
Being me,
True.

Knowing the path,
Walking it,
Only in the being.
For,
The time being.

A path,
Laid out years in advance,
Boredom from the knowing,
Seeing before seen.
Always,
This overthinking.

Now in being,
Trying,
And making.

A world,
Boring to the mind’s touch,
Everything, so bland.

Anything to try,
Keep occupied.

In the manufactured loss.


Been an okay day, lots of photography, thinking of my best friend tbh, who I owe so much to. But also just generally pondering.

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