yesterday, i thought about how some people are mixing up attributes.compulsive, well amost obsessive as they are - those groupies.
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this one dares not to inquire within so the assumed outer world is observed. a world mistaken for something different than he is.
the moment he identifies with everything makes him bland:
neither promiscuous nor wealthy, i happen to reach the border.
"sir, do you have anything to declare?"
any declaration would overwhelm my honesty. i dive, i pirate, i daze, i care, i suffer.
"cosmopolitan self-deception!" someone is shouting in the line. i strongly agree, mate.
was i the one leaving? will i meet the one coming?
can he be the one i imagined? or will i be the one to be remembered?
so we'd better all join up in a club and have a sip of fizz, cristal or krug - you decide.
seeing is thinking.
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