Sunday, January 29, 2012


The future
Is not what we seek,
But what we presume is coming.
The battles of our past
Yet our fight in the present,
like an endless battle
Between what has happened,
and what is going to be.

Time goes numb.
Beauty succumbs.
Widows grasp their lifeless veils.
Chasing shadows,
That disappear by night.
Kings and queens,
un gloried by fight.

What world our we living in?
Resided in
by our thoughts alone.
And we're so consumed in our thoughts,
That if you really think about it,
We're all living in different worlds.
That brush past each other
like parallel universes.
Where we
and we alone

And that's what you call