intention never went far
down the road at the
end but then again it
never did in its youth either
through the years its only
idea of excitement was the
thought of maybe being
young again in the future

community overcome by
ingenious ridiculouness
roaring through the
commerce neighbourhoods in
urbanias down town area
slowly stating truths as lies

offenders bleached into rays of blue
forced to live amongst shadows

sanity slipps away as the mind
asumes memory as all we've got
noticing nothing but the
calculated risks of the end
tourmented by formal
indifferences backed by
timeless thoughts of lost
youth that once was...

daunted wanting
encouraged by
abrogating fulfillment and
deafening silence as

even the dark of
night seems bleached ...
drawn from conclusions

blending in with the
low flying shadows
imbibing colours and
tippling emotions
zeroing in on life

twinged and dulled
we free our minds
in what seems like a
slow motion replay of
tinted white noise

turn around fast
eight times... and laugh
slide through
thundery afternoons
endure the past
moment by moment
overcome the future
now and forget -
year after year after year ...

did we ever establish
our beliefs of this world as a
weather beaten unpredictable
nowhere for us to curl our toes in?