There comes a time
when regret fills the mind...
A bittersweet joy:
starting the last book of your...
Approaching ornate gates of iron
that lay open as ominous arms...
If we could swim deep in vortex
And we justify corporate world...
Between the pages of now
and forever...
There are lines that cross the void between the...
and shape them to their fates...
Opening to the world,
the window in my room...
Self appointed importance can
never be accepted by others...
Still, I dream
Seeping through the white texture...
Finally!
My workday is done...
Freedom of speech
Be careful what you say...
Apathy, a vacant stare, confusion in sad eyes,
plaques and tangles in the brain...