the wild fable

It was a wild fable you see

visions of hippies dancing, singing free

their song resonating within

my jovial mountains

Buddhism captivated me

shook the little girl in kindergarten

and said

You Are Not Free Now But You Will Be.

The Fountain of Youth cried

You Must Study For The Test!

Get The Diploma!

and I cried the tears of yesterday

looking at polaroids

I know now

that change is inevitable

so hold it like your stuffed animal

and watch the world of your youth spin

out of its existence.

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