Love-
is that what you exude ?
as you sit
rolling cigarettes-
your late morning ritual and meditation.
Your busy mind
is creating folders and sub folders.
Does love fall in there somewhere ?
Too much thinking can lead
to your depressive overwhelming thoughts.
What do you want ?
I wish it was more balance.
You can't catch a falling star
and you can't file away your thinking-
your mind will explode or implode-
maybe both.
So, you sit
with your very large mug
of filtered coffee...4 sugars-
Man of contradiction-
black and white-
yet
doubt and fear
linger in the grey areas you deny.

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