and just like that

it shifts to the next shiny

thing that sparkles, glitters and shimmers,

my heart stretching toward the

calling gong, the hum of mm’s singing approval –

justification of self-indulgent choices,

a bottomless thrumming for money and trinkets


deep rooted souls beating to their own drum

soft-shoe-shuffle to greener pastures,

minds clear skies for days,

hearts skipping the light fandango –

if only the pull was ever so weakened I may just

follow their beat.


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