Post by donald on Dec 30, 2012 12:02:09 GMT -5
Every day I am borne anew
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
That I’m connected to my past.
I stare at a mirrored reflection
I do not recognize
My cold pinching shoes feel too far away to tie
As I try to remember, where I’m going and why.
I try to capture that which is lost
The world that was meant for me
Is not the world in which I live.
My face feels the sting of one hand clapping
My eyes focus on the world outside of my self
The colors change from ‘Dali-esque vibrancy
To being all sooty and smelling of sweat.
Ahhh, ... it must be Monday and time to go back to work.
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
That I’m connected to my past.
I stare at a mirrored reflection
I do not recognize
My cold pinching shoes feel too far away to tie
As I try to remember, where I’m going and why.
I try to capture that which is lost
The world that was meant for me
Is not the world in which I live.
My face feels the sting of one hand clapping
My eyes focus on the world outside of my self
The colors change from ‘Dali-esque vibrancy
To being all sooty and smelling of sweat.
Ahhh, ... it must be Monday and time to go back to work.