those days when you feel like you're just floating through life...


Zombie

Time is not my obstacle
I everlast through
trials, exhilarations,
The quagmires in between

Gravity is not my obstacle
I float through spaces
Most dare not venture
I explore the gaps

Space is not my obstacle
I wander through clouds
Trudge in mud
Walk in footprints wide

Money is not my obstacle
I have wealth enough
Winning is not buying, no
Victory is fought

Truth is not my obstacle
I sort through deceit
Peel back layers
Built like mud bricks many years ago

So what is this fog
And just where am I now?
I feel like a scarecrow, stuffed
No way of getting out




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:56

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