(written late 2008 or early 2009)
we're all clutched to our crutch
plunging forward yet struck
we reach contentment only through our assumptions
always purging what won't fit down this narrow path we've paved
sacrifice our better senses to feel safe
hate myself sometimes for so often playing along.
chasing after the ends of the threads and ending up tangled in questions.
should i be feeling resentment? should i be thankful?
days:a daze,an array of mazes and races.
the oblivious pride themselves in their rankings & places.
stretching out the trivial to satisfy their hunger
eyes unable read between the lines;the bigger picture,trapped within their shudders
an ongoing,unending chase,a world with no time to wonder.
no time,no time.
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