Friday, November 20, 2009

the wait. (poem)

which way is next?
to the south, east, north, or west
no
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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