I have been working my way through some old notes and came across these few lines.
It is not poetry or anything much of anything in particular, it is just a random thought and as it from old notes, I’m not quite sure what prompted it. Still, I thought I’d share it anyway.
Even if you allow
For reincarnation,
You only get one shot
At this life.
That’s it, no more thinking for now. I’ll go back to some more, aimless, staring out the window.
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