A Mischievous Day When roaming the streets, of a city i love dearly, Watch your step, Walk ahead, Watch the people, Try not to look dead, and uninterested in its beauties, as the common foreigner, analyzes it with such delight, On this mischievous day, i will look away, travel to the tops of buildings, the tops of hills, or mountains, and retire to my brain, and the thoughts that unwind within it, and puff that smoke, that relieves relief within it, and dream of dreams, that are dreamed in dreams that are being dreamed and smile at this little never ending circle, like a photograph, taken of a photograph, taken of a photograph. what a maze, hah. This mischievous day, can be like any other day, depending how you make it mischievous, to yourself of course, i, am to lazy to cause days, to be dangerous, or to cause trouble, my mischief is being lost, my mischief is being in a place that no one knows of, Onajmrgud
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 17:53:47 +0000
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