condition me into something,
condition me into a ball, a swirl
a downward spiral of a funny felling,
colored with pink and yellow, 
wrapped in bubblegum and ease,

condition my inhibitions,
condition my sacred fears,
condition them to pure inspiration,
inspiration of timeless eternal sunrise
of freshly squeezed lemons
and the scent of an orange pill
as i swing like a little girl, from the swing

swinging to the sky,
catching the clouds
to pull them back down to sit by me,
to kiss the sky
and hug the ground,
condition me to something familiar
of eternal timeless, ageless positivity. 


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