The one who does nothing
sits like a seed
waiting to grow
still like the stars
standing pseudo
under the inglewood night sky
guiding the planes
safely to their little lives
awaiting for their turn
to be something.
like the tracks
off a dusty fence.
like the pain
of the act of starting
a dream.
About Me
- WE SL EY PA CL EB
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