i think i might ride
on my reddish colored bike.
or maybe i won't.
instead i might hide,
desire myself for awhile.
reasoning with insanity,
pleading with the soul,
blinding myself to what i once cared for.
i think i might know
how the world is my oyster.
but what to do with it
what to do with it,
now that it's mine?
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