Mirage by Greg WilliamsIt 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 Copyright © 2024 Greg Williams
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