It's a race to and fro
Running to east and west
Trying to be here and there
A race for a secret wont
And it drives one forward
Into another endless dark
Never to find what it is
(It never existed)
Then the search
Becomes obsession
To help those who are lost
When the searcher is lost as well
Reaching out into a nothing
One will find a lack of life
Groping blindly about
Knowing they will fail
Fall to their own deception
One's own dream
The one fantasy
Like chasing shadows and mist
Then when they find another
They think their pulling out
When in blurry reality
They sink themselves
Author notes
#1
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
- Jack Kerouac
A contest entry
- You have two choices. by Never Fall in Love.
750 points, ended November 11, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This is personal...a very sore subject
Comments
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This is good, but I need to see more originality. Somethings need to be said in a way that have never been said before.
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