| 12 Situations |
I sit under this red light
clutching tight
to steering wheel...
knuckles white,
the rage in me
a sharp contrast
to the blue
of the upholstery
-
I exist at 90 degrees to everything.
-
I glance left
and see
the tint of the exhaust
from the great machine
that swallows so many
each day.
and the red clouds
offer perfect contrast
to the blue of the sky
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Science has not proven yet
that even I belong to me.
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I will wait here patiently
as the snake eats its tail
and then finally...
forever will be real again
and truth will be a part of me.
-
remember
it will be not fate
but decision, that will
steal you away from me...
and you will slowly fade
from memory,
though I have no regrets...
-
because I, my friend,
am still alive
and I still live for me. |