secondary vices
were always compromises
to the original morality
you sought.
somewhere in the pages
and peer pressure
and stage pressure
and slave wages
you forgot
you wanted memories
to mean something
and dreams to be
achieved.
But now life long
is long gone
and you lose your steam.
though I can no longer
imagine it
the way I fathom
insatiable hunger
will linger
a little longer.
perhaps someday
I'll be stronger
and I'll be able sonder
more than pessimistic ponderings.
Today I'll go under
and asunder my imagination
from fruitless creation that leaves
me listless and disagreeable.
If the future was foreseeable
perhaps I might be more careful
however knowing the complete anthology
of my defeat would never push me forward.
Is it fortunate I'm blind?
either way I'm falling behind.
C.e.M. September 13. 2015
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
secondary vices
were always compromises
to the original morality
you sought.
somewhere in the pages
and peer pressure
and stage pressure
and slave wages
you forgot
you wanted memories
to mean something
and dreams to be
achieved.
But now life long
is long gone
and you lose your steam.
though I can no longer
imagine it
the way I fathom
insatiable hunger
will linger
a little longer.
perhaps someday
I'll be stronger
and I'll be able sonder
more than pessimistic ponderings.
Today I'll go under
and asunder my imagination
from fruitless creation that leaves
me listless and disagreeable.
If the future was foreseeable
perhaps I might be more careful
however knowing the complete anthology
of my defeat would never push me forward.
Is it fortunate I'm blind?
either way I'm falling behind.
C.e.M. September 13. 2015
this poem has no purpose. It's kind of gibberish. Sorry.
