Ode Childhood

 

I miss the coast, riding my bike freely to the beach.

I miss my old gnarly massive congo dreadlocks.

I miss the energy of being young, and the friendships.

I miss every opportunity presented. But alas! 

I miss the major mysteries and O   practicing majesty.

And I miss the boundless reveries of childhood.

The sonorous intoxicating laughter of stoned nights.

 

 

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Working Changes The Paradigm

Carefree to regimented - to retired and responsibly caring - life in 21st Century ;D

 


 

 

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Very True

And the work appearing necessary

To make healthy consistency and

Conscious concurred with the rest.