Monday 28 March 2011

To Do (or not)

To flicker
To waver
To spiral out of tune
To wither
And flutter
to give up on getting there soon

Best to leave
these things to destiny
Better run
before there's too much to say

Circulating my breathing air
this room has exceeded all staleness
My face has melted into glue
my skin resembles my bones in paleness

Disgusted, I try to
lift the layers of filth
to get to the acceptable
but it's something unpredictable
We live, We learn, We fail

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