we reflect the shining exterior of beauty
no hardships to overcome
burning down every castle and bridge
to show scorn for the past

the generation of a failing planet
the offspring of entitlement
the well spring of disillusionment
the fame-seekers, the blameless

a parasite bred on wealth
to ignore the wild outdoors
the TV is my window pane
this screen reflects my soul

I have never learned to swim
nor walk, nor run, nor stroll.
the embodiment of convenience
the fracture of a whole

In dreams we live, don't wake us up
or sleep won't come at all.

05/26/2008

Posted on 05/27/2008
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