Beloved, Beloved, hands down, hip-slapping, you choose the sun. The sun does seem to be your natural habitat, yet you prefer not too much sun in your eyes. It can be too bright as well. Sure, to be in the world seems to require adjustments, and adjust you do again and again whether you want to or not.
Of course, you prefer clear sailing. You don’t always want to be on alert. Sometimes you like to while the day away without a care in the world, strumming your guitar, pronouncing it “gueetar.”
There is plenty of off-hand wording in the world such as: “Take it easy.” You take it to heart.
Sure, you’ve daydreamed, yet, I, God, never said you were a sluggard. You contemplate a new position in life now and again. You haven’t accomplished it all as yet. You have gotten taller lately. You also have…
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