Friday, 13 March 2009


Am I searching?
I stop and find no connection
What am I doing here?
A feigned grasp at happiness,
And love.

I don't remember agreeing to this.
Were there classes?

If they will always worry -
They don't understand me,
They're not enough -
Then why must I bother?

Who am I addressing?
Am I listening?

We believe in pressure,
Or the result.
The chasm will only widen as time goes on.
Unless I reach for it
And my grasp then becomes honesty.

Hope must never meet doubt
Dancing for life
The mirrors in a hall,
Turn. Shield.

Imperative to understanding
Or what we take it to be.

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