Timing takes away from us
the gold medals of our youth.
From plastic souvenirs that break
to
timeless records without use.
No overstylistic amalgam-
-just black or white to choose.
A safety blanket or mid-life crisis-
what's left of us to lose?
With imagined money
&
imaginary love
what good is "good"
for bargained luck?
- I spoke of dreams I could not see,
could not feel, nor breathe, nor touch.
- I used to feel what I may be,
now I wait around and rust.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Timing takes away from us
the gold medals of our youth.
From plastic souvenirs that break
to
timeless records without use.
No overstylistic amalgam-
-just black or white to choose.
A safety blanket or mid-life crisis-
what's left of us to lose?
With imagined money
&
imaginary love
what good is "good"
for bargained luck?
- I spoke of dreams I could not see,
could not feel, nor breathe, nor touch.
- I used to feel what I may be,
now I wait around and rust.
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