Joss
He thinks of tomorrowWhile existing in today
His brow a troubled furrow
As he ranges far away
To have his future calm
Requires a certain peace
Existance without qualm
But providing no release
While a future much in flux
Is a challenge to reconcile
Apart from the common ruk
A path on the wayward mile
His preference is to hazard
His peace for risk and loss
Anonymity is his watchword
Solitude his joss
Poetry by josephus

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Written on 2015-10-09 at 01:18




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