Not much matters in reality

by craig   Jan 12, 2008


A grain of wind.
a gust of sand.
an inconsequential meeting, first hand.
a misspent youth.
whiling away your ear drums.
a laughing hyena.
a sexy mop lady.
a grumpy inverted cleaner.
a marathon runner, going too the moon.
running faster that he thought,
running faster than thought.
he explodes and in disintegration he learns that he should of learned more.
a Wilde man a evolutionary man.
ponders individualism under democracy.
ponders under socialism.
and life Carry's forth,
life Carry's on.

a Axe wielding guitar maestro.
a blow of water knocking society's out,
clean out.
a wash of a hurricane ends many souls journey.
and up wards or down wards they go.
where depends on your belief.
a acrobat studying for his big night,
a crowd expectant,
a baby unaware of much cries .
a old lady mutters obscenities.
and music plays whiling away ear drums.
and life Carry's forth,
life Carry's on.

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