and when i looked in the mirror i saw that i had become a man
with little lines speaking of the sub-atomic particles swirling in the wirl-wind
that is
time
time laying small foundations

i wondered what kind of man i had become
just like i had wondered when i was young
a child and i found i had no answer
and decided that maybe a man is always becoming
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running and the cessation of the act is not even worth mentioning
the attraction that there's more to learn internally
because i know there is no grass greener anywhere
there's simply more to being than developing opinions on different shades of color with your eyes cast down
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after a cold shower
out of hot water
i find that the eyes of a child see only adventure
and the man i've become simply accepts
that every day you can't be tom sawyer

but the truth of my spirit tries to reconcile the two.

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