Walking up and down the same streets
To and from the same rooms
Seeing the same sights
Try not to get too caught up
In the thinking
And rationalizing and analyzing
All that you see, all that you hear, all that you say
Remember to feel
A bit more than we do now
The cars never know it, the clothes have no idea about it
The beds you sleep on or the plates you eat in
None of them know
Still try not to forget
To feel all that you can, while you still can
The illogical rage at the pillow which doesn’t suit your head
The socks that are too tight for your perfectly hideous feet
All the useless, timeless crap that litters your room
Making you slower than a sloth after a binge
Let it not be all that you gets a rise out of you
Gather your scattered bits and recreate a corner of your heart
Keep it well-lit and well-watered
What grows from there, allow it to coil itself around you
So that your eyes moisten more often
And your chest fills with the cackle
Of carefree laughter far more frequently
Give your fingers and toes
Some more warmth, a few more chances
To curl and stretch
Just to let yourself walk the same streets
With an easier step and a gaze
Resting out of a lighter head
Seeing more in the same sights
Than it could before
Focus on what you love
Love that what makes focused
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