I do not save the date. I do not save
a place
In labyrinthine lines, in the ahead-of
times.
I just let everything go, in my
indifference
and it rolls down life's path of least
insistence,
Into uncertain, uncomfortable, ripe
situations,
A life-landscape that far exceeds all
expectations,
'Til my world is populated by
brilliant, beautiful women
and a lot of adroit, admirable men,
and my curse has left me blessed again.
You know awesome by analysis?
Meet magnificent by mismanagement.
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