There was I, standing on a single plank called life, ushering in the warmth of the Sun, gleaming gleefully above perched in its own essential being... there was I, I as in a proper noun, improper presence, adjusted growth & diluted values spread all around like butter on a half-burnt toast...little of all, nothing that can be called a complete self.
So were the others all around, walking around in a spitfire of business that none understodd, yet took all the time to engross themselves till they forgot who they were except for the night sleep; and dreams within of a better, easier, relaxed tomorrow.
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