Salad days.

A mere jumping off point.
A thought of traction made idle in a vessel.
An overfed idea.
My best days are standing behind me.

The theory of mind to which I prescribe.
I am only the result of random things happening.
To the point I am expendable.
How would things be different. I don’t know.
A drop in a sea of each other.


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