Friday, July 19, 2013

Unable to express their own demise
As innocent as children that reach out yearningly
Their hearts are so haplessly underdeveloped
And I am not a good player in this
recognizing your own shortcomings
is the worst.
But it’s true.
Its honest and it’s self-actualizing
And it’s uncomfortable

we prevail. In such a way
on heavy tracks
they saunter
into the unknown
unable to perceive the forest for the trees

I ask myself
What my role in this matter should be.


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