if i had a tiny house
i'd live my tiny dreams
running, drawing, breathing,
and doing helpful stuff.
why should i spend all day at work
to afford stuff that you need to spend all day at work for?
no burdens to tie me down
or displays of grandeur.
no. a chance to live for a living.
there's so much about doing the things of being alive that i know next to nothing about.
how is that security?
and with a little or a lot of help i could be on my way.
this tiny poem is a tiny start.
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