Most days you’d rather not go to school
If it’s all about the diagnosis and fate
You’d rather go straight to the beach
If the body’s our whole heritage
Who's doing the actual thinking
That exposes this assumption
Of flesh and bones who
Was walking on an earth
Condensed from a sea of foliage
From a kind of nutrition
Of feelings into a quietNoose of love
Clearly seeking its freedom
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