Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Like Driving East in the Morning

July 22nd, 2009

I left too early to see my way,

Light obscuring sight,

But more obscured by my lusting,

Insatiable to reason

Or the right time of day.

People say the future holds hope.

In bounding toward it I saught to see

It’s length

And by that, multiply.

In great speed

It was lost.

Having arrived first

I plowed more wrong than right

And came to a place more diminished than home.

The burden of the rabbit.

Take time to learn

from the tortoise, brothers,

before your life becomes a sprint

and you are waiting in the stands

with the oppression

and pains

of your feet’s selfish strides.

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