My hypothetical goals
lay ahead
Their presence reminds me
the reasons I tread
towards a mindless existence.
Each memory I led
falls deeper
heavy
into caverns of thought.
I'm forced upon valleys
stone-filled and grey.
The hard depths continue
to oppress.
Revolutions will be
denied.
I'm a drought of freedom
unprepared for storms
where opportunities might
embrace.
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
My hypothetical goals
lay ahead
Their presence reminds me
the reasons I tread
towards a mindless existence.
Each memory I led
falls deeper
heavy
into caverns of thought.
I'm forced upon valleys
stone-filled and grey.
The hard depths continue
to oppress.
Revolutions will be
denied.
I'm a drought of freedom
unprepared for storms
where opportunities might
embrace.
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