Living

There’s plenty of distraction. No end to it, in fact.
Even this guy’s singing here in the subway is like candy;
a break between doing what you’re supposed to be doing,
which is living, I suppose
So in that regard, even engaging with him is as fine as anything else,
and even he is as well off as anyone else
since it’s all living.
But this completely conventional unconventional outlook doesn’t address how
if you’re any sort of normal person
you need much, much more than merely living
to be anywhere near appeased
Living is where it’s at though, isn’t it?
really living, I guess
What the hell is that, though?
Being with my girl?
Writing a song?
Family?
Laying in the grass?
Not caring?
Caring?

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