May 10th, 2009
Back and forth
Racing toward a destination
Unknown.
A dark tunnel.
Sporatic lights.
Innumerable shadows;
The stink of discontentment.
A subway for a mind.
While not derailed,
Uncontrollable it speeds,
The contents and possabilities of the heart swirl
Like colors on the seat hidden
They are kept;
Tacky and soiled they seem.
One must prevail.
A junction:
Decision close.
The law or the gauche?
Whichever comes easier.
More avenues appear.
Will it ever stop?
Will it ever arrive?
The noises of screetching metal
Drown the will
Until its speed is all it will know
And all it will have
Bluring the eyes of the future to see
The defened will in the dark.
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