you're not going through it
it's going through you
and once it's all gone and you become the new you
with a different perspective from the same point view
fully unaffected by the old truth you once knew
connected at the roots, to the trunk, to the branches
to the leaves and the way they fly away in wind dances
a frantic sea-saw free-fall in mid-air that represents the floating folly of us all being here, we are complicated creatures huh
if u know where that's from, we can be friends ;)
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