Just the thought, the notion.
The exercise in futility
That leaves the soul breathless,
Inebriate in its sobriety.
This idea of life, this concept
That moves forward into obiquity.
Such notions always seem trite.
Thus endeth this soliloquy.
09/26/2007
Author's Note: Sometimes my mind goes.....
Posted on 09/26/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
