I Wish I Were

Da Vinci’s Notebook with a melancholy look at
Existentialism and the folks who love it.
Actually, I was being snarky but upon review
it’s pretty danged accurate.
Their hearts are in the right place.
Just behind the breast bone, a bit to the left.
If you ever feel the urge to sing this tune you
must sigh heavily right after it ends, it’s the law…


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