I stand upon the cobbled walk as scooters whiz on by, and think this world 's too fast for me, and tilt my face to sky. But there's a contrail gash up there made by a hurtling sky-tube that jets its way to who knows where - while I'm the slack-jawed rube. To match the world to my breath's pace, and watch the blur lines form, and hear each note of music played... We'd sync to my waveform.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
I am afraid of flying hurtling sky-tubes. But i man up, gave a few drinks, take a couple of fear be gone pills and I am set to go hurtling very fast and very high. 😉
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As you should be. It’s metal, in the sky, with no wires or anything.
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that is what i tell my wife and she just laughs. she isn’t afraid of anything. brave lady.
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The equation Time = Money works in both directions.
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True.
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