Sunday, October 07, 2018

RUNNING OUT OF GAS.


Running Out of Gas

I am a poor man inside a blank wall.
I don't find anything wrong with the way I am.
I think therefore the light is dim.
I am behind on things. I belong swinging on
chains.
The world is terrible. No one wants to help
anyone anymore, things get worse by the second.
I don't have any second chances.
My money is running out. I'm running out of
time,
and running out of gas,
the clock ticks on the wall.
I have found shelter but it is inadequate.
The day grows long. I find holes in your reasoning,
for reasons unknown.
There is a grass stain on my knees.
I was running through a field of roses.
The roses are defective, but that can be changed.


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