Weatherall on Nostr: i see them come, i see them go, the travelers of escape. they frit and fret, to and ...

i see them come, i see them go,
the travelers of escape.

they frit and fret, to and fro,
like little more than ape.

a dozen here, a gaggle there, a selfie and a coke.

if they moved any faster, up they'd go in smoke.

"please dont make me think."
he came to break from strife - and ditch the buzzing hive.

'twas then i saw quite clear, they traveled to escape, while I had journeyed to arrive.

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