the search for self is invisibile.

we take the road most available;
we hope, to lead us to Heaven,
pissing-away every chance to change;

our shadow hides of embarassment,
hoping for an early sundown, dark.

as though we're prompted by urgency;
design, plans, follow-thru becomes
our Three Musketeers of Defeat.

slumbering, we're awakend by a cosmic shrug,
to no avail; we feel for our glasses; hurriedly
focus; our behaviors stand-in-line behind us.

05/18/2011

Posted on 05/18/2011
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