03 October, 2013

Poem - Rest

A frozen eon - agendaless,
hanging around and floating with you
not within control and not with respect-
use it well or you will regret.

For all is within its game
Mindset, control, procrastinate oh put it on hold,
Nothing seems to large till at the end
And at the end one sobs, no longer able to play, pretend.

Strict rules are freedom, or are strict rules inconvenience?
Time moves within its own desserts,
Life is gone like a spoonful of cereal fed by parents,
down the throat and abyss - or out and into fireworks.

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