Future Imperfect
2009 April 6
Reflecting on reflections wrong
Amidst acute allusions, strong
he tries to be, to fit, belong
But cravings cold, like senseless space
just make him face his weary face
They see him think,they see him place
his head down in the sand, and say
“It is not here, its far away-
today is just another day.”
02:11-6.4.2009.
a technogeek (pardon, that term is by all means a complement) AND a poet? a many of many talents, awais!
merci. and for being my first commenter you get … errrrr… an ice cream!
anything you can’t do mr man?:) agreed, a man of many talents:)
although your art work out does the rest
Although he deems it all unclear
to, him exhausting, the atmosphere
for all the good he can create
for all to see, to appreciate
he must strive, and try to find
all long shut doors, he left behind
the life, the luck that he deserves
must all be here, for he observes