Meta-reflecting,
In thoughts and mirrors.
Hoping to focus
On the hazy distance.
Wishing to lose the self
In that wintry forest.
Big words and bigger dreams
In a cranium crammed
With utopian visions.
Meta-smiling and meta-frowning
As the clock ticcity tocks.
And the sun rises.
And the moon rises.
It won’t do.
It won’t do.
It won’t do.
But she'll do (it anyway).
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