What would it be like if things were different?
If it was different. If I was different.
Would anything be different?
Is life more than the tracks we are on; rigid- set?
Is it fluid? Like water mixed with oil. At once together but apart- always bound divided. Are we fated to wonder where else we could lead ourselves if only we knew how to detach?
Sell yourself different.
For you’re only the picture you allowed to be seen anyway.