My Morning Is Not Your Morning ~

[Thought’s on coming into the New Year]

Last year I was very silent,
perhaps this year I’ll keep it that way too…

Or will I finally break proscenium from this bourgeois stage of life to defeat this Steppenwolf complex/character of which I’ve grown so unfortunately much too accustomed with?

Am I a sheep crying wolf again?

Or have I been a starving wolf with too much sympathy for the flock?

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