if I could I would purge my mind
erase all thought of you
the insubstantial dreams that
hold me captive
as I wait for a future that will
never
unfold
I wonder where I've gone
and how I got there
a slave to the quest
of self-fulfillment
and all the Disjointed Ramblings
and Letting Gos
will never fully explain
(to those who won't listen)
just who I am and what enslaves me
you've made bad choices

but haven't we all?

is it fair
to hold the world to my standards
and shake my head in
apathy
even as I bemoan the drivel
that spews from my fingertips?
should
I
become
you
only to taste the gall of
the poison of our lives?
I would become the grass
softly crunching beneath your feet
if I thought it would
do any good

reach out to me
give me something real
to work with
give me an oak large enough
to shelter my insecurities
and strong enough
to withstand yours

08/05/2006

Posted on 08/05/2006
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