Friday, October 17, 2008


Run out of fuel.
Am i on the right road?
Did i miss a diversion?
Or am i in one?

I do not know.

Nothing is as clear as it was..
A white mist has settled on my eyes.

Is this temporary?

I long for a coffin,
where i can lay back in blissful rest,
free of the cares of the world,
free to fly.

A roadblock,
my mind informs me.
A time to recuperate,
to observe the flowers
growing on the wayside.

A time to sit still.

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