I have no airs
I'm in the gutter
with everyone else
and I like it here really
it remains me of where I came from
and to what I am returning
a normal daily earthly life
of daily struggle
a slow reflective walk home
through the early twilight
a decent dinner
and a night looking out the window
watching my past dancing by
in the lamplit street
as if it were happening in this instant....
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