Within the scope of nearer time,
the laws of right prevail.
The order that surrounds us
is our own unspoken jail.
We orgainize and faintly whine
against our foolish ways,
but no one seems to know
how we might form a better way.
And so we sit and pine our lives
most uselessly away,
and wonder how we got like this
in just so many days.

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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