ramblings of a god and loneliness of a human
2026-07-03
then i feel
i get the ramblings of a mad playful god
then i get human feelings
LIKE LIKE BRO I WANNA BE AROUND YOU DAWGGGGGGG
WHAT YOU SELLIN IM BUYINN
VIBES? TIDES? SLIDES? RIDES? WE A MEMBER, OF TRIBES. MY DAWG, WHAT THEY PRESCRIBES? IT LINGERS, ON THE INSIDES? SOMETIMES, I GET LONELY. EYES? LINES? LIES? WHAT ARISE? NEW DESIGNS? WHAT IT ALL REALLY IMPLIES?
then we hold hands in our search for answers and this is where this poem ends
"The search is the hand-holding. You don't get the answer; you get the company in the not-knowing."
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