if ambitions were vehicles I would fill a parking lot
with idle beauties perpetually
admired, examined, tested, replaced
specimens of listlessness to enliven the senses
with mind-pictures
of tomorrow, mountains, streams, forever, deserts and the sea
and the chance of a journey down a new trail
the sunset gets dusty after I file it away
tomorrow, could you please polish my wishmobiles?
i'm rather overworked these days
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