Photo taken in Puerto Rico (Laguna San José)
Thursday, January 25, 2024
Unlike a mind that’s chained,
To its conditions and tamed,
Ours seasons, they change,
Like cars switching lanes,
And so a thought—
Is it you?
Each thought,
Do you do?
Or ever ask,
What’s next?
Then wait,
For the next…
Like stop lights,
Or changing cop lights,
As each flashes,
And swiftly passes,
Some are racing,
Others bracing,
Like on freeways,
…pace is changing,
Then there’s stop signs,
Where most just roll by—
No thoughtful breaks here,
We only stop in fear,
– Budd
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