Bent and twisted is the reality that is layed
out before our generational minds.
We weave into logic this idea that is not our own.
We recycle that which is not ours.
What is original for this empty goliath called life?
This rapture of saving grace,
This tale told by an idiot,
This escape that is in fact work,
No answers, just more questions?
We all are chasing a dream that tries to fill a void
That other things had tried too fill.
We are merely gypsies scattered around the world
Trying to make sense of what we find everyday
In our lives.
We soldier on and find no answers
To what we find or ask.
May 25/11
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