sometimes, I think,
this was all made for me.
In my moment of selfishness the world blooms immodestly before me;
For a moment I believe I deserve it.
it's a longish moment that sets time ablaze,
and I am just in awe.
I unfold like spring,
born anew.
asking nothing, I'm handed the world.
Here, digest,
but chew slow.
I will.
