Sunday, November 10, 2013

What was the point?

Another day
another strange sound

I wish i was someplace else
there doesn't seem to be a point

this useless back and forth
around around merry-go round

an awakened dream state
stuporous swells

a search bereft of desire
is no search at all.

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