Sit there in a corner
Or get the seat you please
There’s time before it begins
Delay is the next big thing
Sing in the lonely silence
Strum all chords that you like
The party starts in an hour
Sixty minutes of lone delight
Excitement drove you here, son
At 50 miles an hours
Clean shaven and fragrant
Of the wild blue flowers
That’d grow just anywhere
And absolutely out of place
Only for the thrill of growing
Only for earthly interface
Wouldn’t you rather be alone
In your castle of privacy
Than amidst foreign aliens
Under pretences of fallacy
While the rush races your mind
We’ll be all circles and lines
Go home, philosopher
We are two different kinds
-K.G.
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