there are so many things i don't know about you.
people are never what they seem.
on one hand, i want to know.
but on the other hand, i am scared to knowing.
with knowing comes responsibility.

i feel so selfish.
just because i'm the oldest child doesn't mean that i'm not human.
there are already leaves piling up on my previosly clean yard.
soon it will be covered again with leaves, leaving nothing to show for my work but the blister on my hand.
but that's the way it goes, right?

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what should i do?

Nothing
Nothing is the thing to do
(Nothing is the only doing)

I am worthwhile just existing
("Just"?--OK, I am worthwhile
existing)

What if the stars were to start doing something?
("What are you doing hummingbird?"
"I'm just being a hummingbird"
"Oh, is that all?")

As soon as I start doing
I stop being

"I don't understand how you do so little."
(Now that's a compliment)

--"I Touch the Earth, the Earth Touches Me" by Hugh Prather