come.
come to reality.
see me follow tails
end trail past the
shameless fool
a purpose?
no.
there never was.
ponder the complexity
complicate me.
not an enigma
just a spontaneous mess
of outside stimuli
can hardly catch myself.
asking why, lost in retrospect
wishing for your laughter
a sort of bland hypocrisy
fall on the mattress
watch the branches swing
if you saw me then..
you know
there really is
nothing to me
gazing gazing
the eyes follow what thoughts fear
thoughts that appear
as hopelessly pathetic.
ruled by subjective manner.
dead in guilt of
my all too common weakness.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
