Hey you, chill.
You know it’s not a race.
I am not a test for you,
I am
no future place.
Unwrap your mind of all your ‘what about’ lines,
And please just be a
friend.
And to say just is really unjust,
What is ‘just’ a
friend?
Happy discoveries,
Intimate thought,
Worlds and words
unravelling,
Quite easily and soft.
And fun!
Come hang with me
here,
You’re moving way too fast,
And tell me, please tell me, what’s the
good in that?
Chill,
Relax the will.
It’ s better here than going
there,
So drop your planner,
Grab a beer.
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