Monday, February 23, 2004
Where
Where? Where do I go from here?
The question. The answer ostensibly very elusive.
Where could I go? Where can I go?
Encumberments littered along my way,
the quiet susurrus of the branches that hold me up night and day,
mercilessly dealing the tension in my head,
silently sealing my fate.
My choices are fickle,
the doors open to yet another with fragrant dancing lacquer,
where could I go?
Where should I go?
Where would the quietude come upon?
Where would trigonometry and Hitler cease to exist?
Where would I find the place I desire to go?
Where...?
¶ 9:10 pm
Where? Where do I go from here?
The question. The answer ostensibly very elusive.
Where could I go? Where can I go?
Encumberments littered along my way,
the quiet susurrus of the branches that hold me up night and day,
mercilessly dealing the tension in my head,
silently sealing my fate.
My choices are fickle,
the doors open to yet another with fragrant dancing lacquer,
where could I go?
Where should I go?
Where would the quietude come upon?
Where would trigonometry and Hitler cease to exist?
Where would I find the place I desire to go?
Where...?
¶ 9:10 pm
