Beware the shiny things, for they can
lose their luster.
Lusting for the listlessness that comes
after hours of energy spent conversing,
I become drowsy stirring our stories together.
We’re drugged by the glistening world
As all the shiny things shimmer and blind the
passersby pedaling onward, their
own stories spinning invisible webs
of dreams and realizations.
Eardrums confirm what eyes may see,
Assumptions build beds for the weary but
create only hollow nourishment.
Mouth speaks and invites the stranger in
To the hearth where real food
for thought is served.
n. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own — populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness — an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed…
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