The tao of being me?

There is nowhere to go,

this is where I should be,

this is where I need to be

in order to experience me…

There is nothing I could achieve

that I haven’t already achieved,

there is nothing out there for me

except what there already is…

After writing this poem, this is what I told myself:

"How should this be helpful, you serene bastard? Have you lived? Have you got bills to pay? Have you got to do the grocery and to cook and to clean? And do the fucking laundry? "

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