Monday, March 28, 2011

shall i?

Shall I drown within misery?
Shall misery drown me within?
I strive and I strive
To cling, to be.
To run through sun lit mornings
To bathe upon dim moonlight
to see beyond old melancholic novels
to fight and fight and fight.
To originate and generate.
To drink and smoke, and walk the walk.
To talk the talk.
I dream and I hope.
And I slowly let such poisons sink
Beyond walls of skin and immune system
To think and think.
To slit and slip, and slither.
To dive and drive
And dramatically begin.
to wisely, insightfully see..
tragic essence of reality.
I am not born to empress
Not made to be put upon lists.
My name shall not be whispered
My words shall not be read
My melodies, inharmonious
My thoughts, misled.

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