singing joyous songs
whilst pondering Mandela
and whether or not the past
has always been a fixed state
I fail to see the importance
of meddling with this place
it isn't worth the tinkering
it's just a floating space
and we're all tiny ticks
picking away at it's core
like a billion little insects
just trying to get a taste
unless we move on to behemoths
or a plethora of phoenix
to me we'll always be
a virus with shoes.
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