Saturday, 21 September 2013

Untitled #2 (A Poem)


Untitled # 2

Home alone, no where to go 
surrounded by, I don't even know 
I can't help think, I will fade 
enjoyment of life, oddly frayed 

I like to read, bout coming of age 
It reminds me, I turn the page 
if I fail, I'll survive my cage 
I'll glance to my gas gauge 

my car will run out of gas 
 between god, going to mass 
 the feeling of human beings 
I hate sensation, always fleeing 

how scary can death really be 
when you live, without seeing 
people you love, those that weep 
 your soul, not meant to keep

walk on down, the city streets 
find a coin, a couple of seats 
it won't take long, before you find 
everything ends, before your time  

that funny show and that great cd 
filled with scenes on that fav dvd 
I pack my bags to go to the bar 
I find her with another pair of arms 

Its funny, we love organic things 
we want something we can cling 
a way to kill time, before it kills us 
a way of saying, that life is a fuss 

So here I am, alone and sad 
 tragic ideas, life can go bad 
 I realized that it was a dream 
living within popular themes 

I existed inside another play 
a work of Shakespearean dismay 
 inside a mans simple mind 
its funny how I can't control rewind  

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