About me, well...
Just another someone like you I suppose. A lone bird Soaring toward the sun. Or better yet Another no-one, Nobody worth mentioning anyway. No credentials. No expectations. Just words on a page. Take them or leave them. And if nobody, Then alone with my nothingness. You too, if you like. Pull up a chair and rest If you please. Such a comfort to be nobody. It's all the same to me. And sometimes its nice to share the silence. It's a Trackless Path, you know. Like birds, we leave no tracks. Echos in the wind. The rustle of feathers. A white flash And then we're gone.
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