time running like a steam train
delinquent passengers
like such a brief moment of contact,
between two such plain and lively elations

and i know in such a wide world
drinking from such a large cup,
like a melting pot
someone has to have felt this before
not that i can't
not that it's difficult
but, just that i won't and i can't
fool fate or something like that, almost

like this storm cloud on the horizon
i know that i won't get anything done because of this
and this is because of, how, inaction seems like
life or at least how people live it

i feel like it's pummeling reality to just move along
like the books tell me to

like the trains do, never deviating from the path
so many thousands of box cars have already traveled,
laid down and then worked around,
like we just assume it would be easier to base everything
on that which was created without knowledge
but, with bias and with malice

there isn't a boundary anymore
if i'm driven mad with such a trifling to others
then they simply must understand that anything would i endure
anything

you win a war with hate and love

courage born of such a unique and rebellious combination

love and good natured plain-thoughts
and there is no reprieve for dead waste and
living indifference

so sing to me one more time, and help me wait on the end
i may be away from you
but mended bonds make old mistakes clear

and plainer, thus, is my love for you

08/16/2005

Posted on 08/16/2005
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