I’m having no trouble. With just leaning back. And allowing
the world to pass me by. Merely watching. From an ever-expanding distance. As I age. I have no delusions. About changing
the world. About making it a better place. I’m learning to accept the outer world
as it is. Better to step aside. And live as I please. In my own make-believe dimension.
Which really. Is far more believable than the so-called real world. My version
of reality. Comes from within. My inner core. My sacred soul. The outer world
doesn’t matter. Go. Go. Go away. Leave me be. I’m prepared to flee. To jump off
the train. At the next stop. Like a
hobo. With my belongings. Tucked compactly in a sack. Tied to the end of a
stick. Slung over my shoulder. As I amble. Confidently. To my destiny. --Jim Broede
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