Traw

ALways

I arrive with some fresh new things

ha that might be a little funny.

But im serious, I throw it all on the table.

Seventy five percent and the rest is just stable. 

The mind seems to calm, as less is more able.

But I still always wonder,

why we must all sit at this table. 

So as I pull my chair back, 

I give more than one glance 

and I way too soon realize,

this is my last dance. 



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