There’s an image stuck in my head
And as I imagine the world
And such amazing travels
It does not
Really change
Much.
The coffee.
Or the sixth cigarette
Of the day
A European wired chair
Or a smooth american plastic,
And every other
Unique type of furnish.
Drinking, sipping, reading
Or simply just
Wondering
About what it is to be alive,
What it means
What we are.
Who we are.

The world changes our perspective
Through time
Place
Or magic,
Eye opening events.
Perspective is what we have
But rarely, what we know.

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