© George Condos 2018
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So what are you then?
Not sure
History and anticipation
Just me
A photo and everything
What time is it?
What time is it?
Worker
Poet
Roller
Player
Batman
Spender
Joker
Healer
Divider
Moist
Sometimes I’m found on a pin
Or rotating on a wheel
Sometimes I’m drifting like a comet
Or planning like the moon
Days I go placidly amid it all
But times I am on a roller
Writing a storm bent in the wind
But I can never be just
Where you think I am
There is too much of
Everything for that
Too much of me
I was told to feel like a king
Sometimes I do
I was told I could be anything I want to be
But I need all the pieces to fit
And luck
So what are you then?
Just me
History and hope and wonder
Just me
A photo and everything