2:09 a.m., 2003-02-04
the analyses never cease.to amaze one person to their soul
is far less delicate a process than
the splitting of a hair
or the indecency of a lie.
the unfocused gnaw of wanderlust
it pulls a body sullenly
into a cool, mossy imprint
of soaked, spongy earth.
there is no escaping life,
there is no escaping flaws.
my goal is to never provide satisfaction
to naysayers,
to invigorate the sod
with my remains
with goals at my back
and a smile in ther stead.
but not now, as i am not yet happy.