Human limitation

With three months alone to

My own mind and body, the

Lifting pressure of other

People’s expectations becomes

A memory, for dreams.

The space is everywhere

Now, my brain recalibrates,

Moving old files to trash,

Dumping them off on the

Way to the park.

I appreciate the improbability,

Improbability is dead, long

Live improbability. Now,

Anything will happen. The

Worst always finds a new

Home, the best is yet to die.

The truth matters only in

Our human minds, the Earth

Sees us for who we are and

Wonders at our extraordinary

Lack of common sense.

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