youth slathers it's drops of hopes
all over my face; expectant, await.

when will i begin this life i'm on?
the question on all their ringed lips.

will the future be as kind as the past?
a distant forest with trees petrified?
a gumball with only the shell, no inside?
a dogless master, himself his only servant?
a day crying for want of laughter?

a world where two left turns
puts you exactly where you are now?

left hand full of losses; right, empty
promises held like the donkey's carrot.

10/09/2007

Posted on 10/09/2007
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