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3.9.09

running after myself
where
is here
as I notice
gone
is what could have been
here

running after myself
where
is here
as I notice
gone
is what could have been
here

so here I go
ahead
of what
I think
is me
in order to be there
on time

but ahead
I never arrive
together
with my self

so split I stay
feeling like a horse
dragging
my self behind
or thinking the horse is
who I am

nothing
where I arrive
because I am not there
yet
so I run

6.9.09

so here I am
a little behind
of what
I think
is me
in order to notice
how I arrive
here

watching myself with a smile
like a mother watching her child
that just learned something new

that child only learned
because her mother gave her space
to fall
to fail
to find ist own way

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