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by Philippa Jane

we all make goals:
to rise and fall as expected
to show up on time
to breathe in and out
until one of us expires
or gets bored

this land is so barren
i can see for miles if i care
to look, though i seldom do
but i can recall the view
from a windowless room,
the smoky taste of apathy

05/08/2009

Posted on 05/08/2009
Copyright © 2020 Philippa Jane

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/08/09 at 12:06 PM

Sounds like the world is quickly spinning out of your control. Heh. Really enjoyed this.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/23/14 at 02:52 PM

A very thought provoking POTD. Congrats!

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