24 March 2007

what choices have i

i name my apprehension but it remains
to haunt me at the noon no light of sun
penetrates these corners and i can't run
faster than myself inside always rains
there isn't room here to list all the strains
the shadow falls when most i'm having fun
thoughts of the waiting hawk nothing done
by me can compensate for all the pains
i've taken to mark off the normal space
for life and thought the work that's made
to suit my agile mind and all the fleeting time
that seems to hurry in much faster race
past me and through me on the long parade
that takes us forward but not to the sublime

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