rinse

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/01/rinse/ "A sprinkle of love, a sprinkle of hate, What wish of the mind, elicits the fate. A swish of the tongue, a squint of the eyes, What whirl of the words could stir a surprise. Maybe to wish, maybe too late, Maybe it’s time to stir a debate. Debating of time, debating of fate, Debating with words that fulfill our own plate. What is to live, what will to survive, Where in the lands had spurred our arise. Where is the time, where is the place, How many times have we bet in this race. Where do we come, where do we go, How many times had we ridden so low. What is to guess, what is to know, What is it like to rise like a float. Who do you see, who do you show, What is it like to lead and to grow. Now that we see, now that we speak, Realize it’s time, to rinse, not repeat."