I throw the dice, never knowing where it’ll land – poverty, mediocrity
or parading my wealth of experience. 1,2,3,4,5,6. I throw the dice
and often must hunt for it, searching under tables or chairs, and it’s
both tiresome and a thrill. 1,2,3,4,5,6.
I love her. She’s walked the roads I’ve walked, seen both the
picturesque lakes and the ramshackle cigarette shops I’ve
seen. She’s loved me back furiously, ferociously and fiercely.
I’ve seen more than a cyber carousel. The digital world blinded my
eyes, but a brilliant, scintillating light opened them, burned the scales
obscuring my vision, and like Paul after Damascus, I know
there’s more to life, more to vision, more to experience
and more to truth.
I don’t Netflix and Chill anymore. I go to the old football
field and practise my Cruyff turns and step-overs before
chipping the ball with my right foot on that old wall
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