i can hear the engines whirr by,
tearing the wind outside my office
into shreds of confusion.

getting somewhere but going nowhere
are we.

me: trapped in an office, pensive;
them: zooming into the next minute's existence.

oblivion is our playing field as i can
hear the bleachers of molecules cheering
them as they rush by my awarenesses.

i have met my enemy, alas, he is me.
and with an Arthurian sword of wisdom
i dub my virtuous knights of fear, ennuii, ambivalence.

and send them out to find and conquer
the ever-elusive unicorn of happiness
for i'm told it's mine to be had.

08/02/2005