Sunday, August 1, 2010

Direct me, not!

Directions, are they any use?
I go my way, they go theirs.
Who in the world gets to say
This way to go and not that
To do as one’s pleasing,
Is what life’s about, ain’t it?
Would we then cease to be,
A visceral being isn’t so bad.
As creatures, to roam the world!


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