I don't want
ever again to be
a businessman
stuck at a desk,
selling shit
to morons.
I'd rather be
Han Shan,
cold and hungry,
uncertain,
but joyous,
writing poems
to the void
on cave walls,
laughing at vanity,
chuckling
at attachment,
wandering the woods
like a happy ghost
riantly doing real work,
struggling
up one mountain,
down the next.
No path; no plan,
but never lost.
- mce
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