Bored, Blind, and Light
There's a man sitting in a warm, black chairAnd he knows not what to do
For all the night is stale as cheap perfume
The darkness molests all the room
There must be livelihood, but where?
Just a man with nothing to do
There's a light illuminating faces
Yet in their life, they blind themselves
It is a bit, to be a light without sight
You find yourself as bored upright
That slaves away when in these places
Just a light, can't find themselves
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-21 at 09:18
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