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Note to self (43)
What on earth am I doing here?
Or rather what am I doing on earth?
I ride on the métro-subway-tube,
Look around and feel like an alien
In a strange land, as the the title
Of a wonderful book had it.
I just feel so weird and out of place
In a madding crowd
Or is it that I was born
Not to be in the regular pattern?
But then, if we were all in the same
Mold it would be rather boring
Wouldn't it be?
Like zombies...follow the leader
Or nazis, for that matter.
Or rather what am I doing on earth?
I ride on the métro-subway-tube,
Look around and feel like an alien
In a strange land, as the the title
Of a wonderful book had it.
I just feel so weird and out of place
In a madding crowd
Or is it that I was born
Not to be in the regular pattern?
But then, if we were all in the same
Mold it would be rather boring
Wouldn't it be?
Like zombies...follow the leader
Or nazis, for that matter.
Published 15th Jun 2021
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15th Jun 2021 7:01am
20th Jul 2021 1:32am
20th Jul 2021 1:24am
A moment of sudden realization and illumination, in a public place.
Nice write robert.
Nice write robert.
20th Jul 2021 1:31am
