Whirlwind,
Chaos-
They all think the smallest things matter.
Naïve
Oblivion.
Watching their concern,
Simply unaware of the Four Agreements.
Will they ever be?
Twenty Six years before I broke free.
Still breaking free each passing moment.
What is a moment?
Is it a breath?
A heartbeat?
A blink of an eye?
A damp Spring breeze?
A chirp of a bird?
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