Sometimes I'd like to run down the street screaming
"what do you want from me"
What keeps me from it is a vision of a giant hand
Descending from the clouds
Picking me up, feet and arms wriggling like an insect
As the voice of god booms out
"who the hell are YOU?"
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and why don't you boom back,
"i am YOU!"
then the vision morphs
to a hand
shaking yours...
Or a second voice booms out
"Hurry up, I need that for the stew"....ewwwww.
Sometimes, I too, would like to do this.
The difference between you and I:
What keeps me from carrying it out is a vision of someone's dog waddling up to me, pissing on my foot, and scurrying off without a care in sight. Thus proving that the Universe truly is a force to be reckoned with and...as you said...'who am I?'
Dogs pee on me a lot-I have lots of animals though so I just assume they are adding to the wealth of sensory info on my sneakers.
oh Deb, really appreciate your sense of humor... that bitter-sweet wisdom...
love
the voice would say to me....i want nothing from you, it's you who expect too much!
So, the hand of god would swoop down and say "shhhhhhhhhhh".
Just need to mention it, since human being did. (<--uhh, that feels kind of strange typing that out) I too, enjoy your sense of humor.
I'm giggling at the visual :D
I feel that small all the time.
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