What Next

What next
step shall I take?

Upstream
or next scene?
Tread molasses
or milk and honey?
Stay with sheriffs
or try a tribe?

Maybe it’s not as I think
No red
or blue pill
Maybe the grass
can grow green
wherever
I am

Too blind to see
I’m on holy ground
The bush has been burning
all along
Time for the sandals
to come off
Time for parties
in the desert
Time to let
my hair down

if I had any

Too late for the future
next
is
now
that’s all I have

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