Sunday, July 29, 2012
fate.
I'm just trying to figure out
what I'm supposed to do,
assuming destiny.
It drums a soft cadence
with the drip-dripping echoes
of passions, persuasions, and fleeting ambitions,
puddling somewhere in the cavernous black,
lapping at my toes like tremulous waves
as I walk into the darkness.
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I know what you feel, bro. :)
ReplyDeleteI actually have a song for this...it speaks the same truth, only in a more jazzy note:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFIjSY0amtc