Nothin’ to lose, nowhere to go, circle a prayer
around the largesse land mass I inhabit. Nothin’ to lose, everywhere to go,
meander my shit all over, scatter thought seeds in hopes something takes root
somewhere, bears fruit in different environment that gives me sustenance I ain’t
getting in this depleted soil. Humans don’t physically have roots, just
metaphysical ones we make for ourselves, slowly over time, over generations,
sometimes with more traumas and shocks than comfort and cultivation. Nothin’ to
lose except what you’ve got, which when it don’t feel like much, fuck it, go
for it.
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