2 Nov 2011


I do not have any
I do not want any
I have no time for it
The space around me constricts me far too tightly
For it

The space inside me restricts any further
- Ah
There is no room left to move

How overrated
Played under the table like
A game of 21 with yourself
Always the winner
Always the rookie
A fallacy created by mothers and managers and
Those who know no better

For eternity until you turn
And like the fish
You will find yourself leaping
Into the fuzzy brown jaws of death

One day no doubt
A wave will overtake me
Washing me ashore
Salty and new
Waking to a new day
Maturity and wisdom
Patience and calm

One day
No doubt
Though the Sun may catch the Earth before that