Often

Often I feel best being
Mostly by myself
Ignoring what I have already seen...
Hiding within my own shell
Like a child playing on a swing
Swaying back and forth
In the natural momentum
Of my own energy,
With a clear mind and a bigger spectrum
Occasionally needing a push-
Or playing with the grass deeply in the bush,
Living within a world of fantasy...
No worrying about what is in the mind of the clergy...
Just enjoying the moment with great ecstasy,
Leaving behind all my nostalgy..

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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