sometimes i think: why bother?
other times i am sure that this is irrelevant.
why make sense when you can wander through equilibriums... drift aloft on clouded wing tips, avoid crowded conversation... run away from the definitive. embrace arbitrary: ambivalence at its finest.
did anyone see the rain after it washed down the drain path and disappeared into the dank obscurity of the underground mazes?
did anyone care to watch long enough to see?
think fast. time doesn't wait. nothing waits, any more.
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