There is no time like the present to do anything, except when my time has past and I am left standing in rain.
Sometimes water runs dry. Mostly it flows, following, no, creating it own landscape leaving its slow wave of mutilation as scars on our parents.
Were you a child left standing in class, in school, at times when you should have been playing at fool? Did you became dependent on the thoughts of others?
I am glad I found my fool, for it took a far too long.
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