Friday, November 20, 2009

the wait. (poem)

which way is next?
to the south, east, north, or west
neither one of those directions can take me to my destination
or where I want to go
white picket dreams lay in the distance
but will I ever meet my dreams at my reality
pretty smiles and quiet stares lay on their faces
expectations are set too high
how can I really tell the real and the fake?
everything is upside down
confusion is knocking
first at a steady now harder
what do I do?
but wait.....

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