Saturday, December 31, 2005
Meaningless
MEANINGLESS
I am stuck with a name and with meaningless existence in an otherwise expressionless world. Slowly I bleed like a half licked tear on a lonely, helpless orphan’s cheek. Half licked by life and fully exhausted by the effort I do try to move on. I stumble from one moment to the next and slip from one day into the next. Constant hope by my side is the dream that some day the slipping will stop and the walking will start. I wait for the day when I can take real long strides to the promised horizon to realize union with the sun and realize oneness with the father and his sons.
I am stuck with a name and with meaningless existence in an otherwise expressionless world. Slowly I bleed like a half licked tear on a lonely, helpless orphan’s cheek. Half licked by life and fully exhausted by the effort I do try to move on. I stumble from one moment to the next and slip from one day into the next. Constant hope by my side is the dream that some day the slipping will stop and the walking will start. I wait for the day when I can take real long strides to the promised horizon to realize union with the sun and realize oneness with the father and his sons.
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