The loss to romanticism flew away with the change to technology
I'm typing this out with touch screen
Editing is easier then before because recognition is forthcoming
It's right behind the fence it's instantly in your face
Your face is smooth and your eyes are sighing
The line of sight between two objects is opaque
Dense with fog disenfranchised by subtle motions and curious gazes
I'm amazed by the lack of commonality
I'm saddened by the dues left unhanded
Do I really need an excuse and isn't my reason obvious
When we lift ourselves from our shoes after the day shouldn't we all feel equal
Is the sweat not enough is the stress just a way to impress with our feeble minds comparing pocket full of pills juxtaposed next to the mileage we jogged over hills
Are my eyes not blood shot my hands will hit a peak and not work
My last day of work will be my final gaze into hubris after that it's just humans being loose fitted like jewelry dangling until it drags on a strangers skin
Off in the distance I spot more of the same watch my feet as a wanderer falls into me becoming trapped in a wave of tranquility is this serenity is this the way
I ask a few locals or who I perceive to be
It's difficult to tell
The blend is the end cultures fitted and serrated dumped into an intersection waiting for everyone else to make there left handed turns
Burns on our feet after sight seeing
Tension in the air sections on a guide I'm going to hide my money in old shoe boxes that I recycle. It all goes to the same storage unit marked 2016.
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