Lollygagging, traipsing through passages of time,
taking nothing seriously, feeling free as a lark,
watching as coded rhythms fall into place.
Telling stories of life, fitting it's puzzle pieces
together, gathering them into the fabric of life it-
self.
Bringing all thoughts, ideas, concepts into margins
of intellect where they can be spread across pages
of this earthly life.
Through word of mouth being told around the world,
and written silently down in annals of history, saved
for prosperity of others lives in the future.
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