when exactly was it
that everything about me changed
at what point did all i ever thought i knew
became drastically and fan-frickingtasticly
rearranged

too much fun
sometimes i think i’m having way
way too much fun

but then my mind meanders
flying greeks around the sun
as if my waxy wings
my stupidly supercilious
stuff n things
were inevitably
and sad to say irrevocably
on the run

yep
much too much…
fun fun
fun fun fun

and on top of all that
looks very much like i’ve actually become

excessively pedantic
and hopelessly romantic
feeling like some kind of oxygenated carbon-based semi-semantic moron

chew on that for awhile

Peace/Love/Playfulness

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