Saved from boredom...

Wouldn't it be lovely,
if each of us
had our own unique niche,
and knew from the beginning
where it was,
and how to get there;
if we could stand guard
in that familiar space,
carrying our own unique props,
our lines, carefully memorized,
spewing out at exactly the right moments?
Although,
I suppose,
we might get bored,
looking at the same view,
day after day;
our lovely robes
reflected in the same dark pond
night,
after night,
after night...


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