There’s no reason to tell the water particles apart in a flowing river, old and new, demons and angels, mixed together, your mother and father, the universe and natural order, deciding the truth, but where it flows doesn’t matter, good and evil, whatever, left or right, whichever, the dust settled and a road was built, how long before we make it to the garden, Mount Olympus, climb the hill and come back down again, Pirates of the Caribbean, ride the roller-coaster, and get back in line, it’s been done, but who knows, the depths of the abyss, maybe you want to go again, so many questions, and the answers to the quiz, whether you have them or you don’t, dreams follow your inclination, go if you have to, or relax and bury yourself in the earth, that long journey through the valley, scatter your seed and be done with it, let the fire burn, and dwindle, the stone rolls and it’s worn until smooth, smells good, do you shave, so many problems, no worries, inching ever closely to retirement, zombies and the dead, peace and rest, everything else echoes, eternities, and so much is still left, floating in the air, god and the heavens, unguarded mountain of gold, the lake ripples, and it waits for you to choose, your mom will always be there, under the moonlight, everything waits for your accomplishment…

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