just sittin' around gettin' older,
on my porch of perspective,
the only view society'll give me.

and,

seems like parapets of the world
pass before me, real to the sight
but ephemeral to their essence.

yet,

and yet,
i'm made to believe
that meaning is to be made
by me.

so,
i check my mirror's look,
shift accordingly
the ill-fitting clothing.

though, i yearn to be naked.

08/11/2005