You are herereality


By jamesaguiar - Posted on 08 April 2014


as in a vision
transcendent one can see
it's pointless to be driven
to the edge of sanity
trying to make the silk purse-
the sow till has her ear
on this she's clear-
I can only make it worse-
life's meaningless weight
as one sits and waits
for me
hobo like I'll take the freight
if it's not too late-
it's time to be free
a last chance to be
shuck foiled ambition-
a small act of contrition
and on to what is new
I'll not try to construe
what the future will bring
I simply ask, "What play, what thing?"

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