Some other days...

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In my right mind
i am perchance
servile to destiny

in my gluttonous state
i envy time
asking for more

on some other days
i ask no one, i tell no one
my dreams
split open like an egg
nicely done in sepia
in my head

but then
can i run,
as hard, as fast
as he wants me to go

will he let me ease up
just a wee bit
take a breath
let me look at the falling leaves
squint at the tinted sun
while i run past my lives
several of them
lying by the highway
as i pass them by

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