ANOTHER SEMBLANCE
One miserable headache. Harsh light
like a tunnel strobe. A million
things, going nowhere. This kid's
12 years old, in spikes, but how
do you stop a dream?
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Now, time was running out
and I realized soon I'd have
to get off my ass. Doing
something wasn't the battle,
and the battle wasn't enough.
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So, then, what do you want to be
when you grow up? I wonder.
Still, look at them, lined up at
the very spacious bar.
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