Jon Livingston Doe

Soft cheeks. 

Dough eyes. 

Doe eyes. 

Deer in the headlights, 

Never quite there. 

Never quite 100% in the head. 

Never quite sure where he’s going, 

Where he went. 

Never quite certain of the potential  

His life presents  

Potential, so much potential. 

Just find the courage to pursue it  

It’s paradise. 

Wasted potential is hell. 

Dough eyes. 

Doe eyes. 

Dear Jon Livingston, 

Caught in the headlights of his own life. 

 

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