Sunday, September 4, 2011

bogged DOWN


Tired I am running the life’s race
Forced glee and simulated exhilarations
in diverse courses and disparate pace
Often in uncommon asinine sensations

Romping life’s varied spanned game
Every day in and every day tediously out
And all the while, it’s just the same
the humdrum affairs of a life’s fallout

the greener grass on the other side
the varied temptations of the life
the ever flowing of the time and tide
will not even for a single moment thrive

there is momentary glory and bliss
in the unchained beauty of the rainbow
only that soon it shall all go amiss
all the worthless great pompous show

the exactitude of the illusive realities
the saccharine sweetness of the dreams
the derisive mocking of everyday formalities
bogs me down  to silent unsung screams

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