i stepped outside of reality this morning
and saw a napkin blowing in the wind
so simple-
wind at its back
on no particular track of life
barely in its folded form bent in the middle
to maintain a shape
a gust took it farther
i didn't bother to pick it up
and **** up its lifecycle
or recycle it because of
a green triangle on the side of a trash can/
just let it blow
its mojo was a wigwam of movements
groovements congruent to
the morning that made me jealous
cause i can't move like that
then it disappeared in the mirage of street
and city/ it's a pity i gotta step back inside
and go to work
and saw a napkin blowing in the wind
so simple-
wind at its back
on no particular track of life
barely in its folded form bent in the middle
to maintain a shape
a gust took it farther
i didn't bother to pick it up
and **** up its lifecycle
or recycle it because of
a green triangle on the side of a trash can/
just let it blow
its mojo was a wigwam of movements
groovements congruent to
the morning that made me jealous
cause i can't move like that
then it disappeared in the mirage of street
and city/ it's a pity i gotta step back inside
and go to work
... please make yourself at home ... 