Sometimes

Sometimes I'm just quietly laughing
when those good-mood waves are passing by,
see myself in this huge carnival
as the quiet clown bozo, lacking showmanship,
tending to be the perfectionist magician
deceiving the minds of the good ones.
Sometimes, I feel the absence of a bonsai tree
and increased imperfection.
and sometimes, I feel pity for the wrong ones,
who failed to walk the seven bridges of Konigsberg...
They forgot the knowledge they once new,
the thousands of solutions drawn
on old school walls and silent churches

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