It can all seem so hopeless,
trapped between thin lines,
falling into cracks on the used up sidewalk,
hopelessness becomes your mind.
Across cement is an illusion,
well, its a warm mirage,
its a trick pulling you from reality,
hopelessness is an element of a broader collage.
Walk past the wavy ground,
air cools and ceases to be,
onto a fresh patch of sidewalk,
the collage is no longer,
what's left is a new me.

04/08/2009

Posted on 04/09/2009
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