Archive for March 16th, 2013
Fooled
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I have left the playing field
I have left the building
I cannot see what it is that is hurting
my chances to succeed
in this rat race that is hurling
my life past my eyes
at breakneck speed like in curling
wake the dream
shake the rug
bang the gong
take a drug
lift back down to the top of the floor
where my feet finally reach
the wide open door
and I dance oh so suave
as if I knew what it was
I’m supposed to be doing
and I see there’s a finish line
that’s no different from the start
and ponder for reasons
that make sense to my heart
but I can’t seem to grasp
what it is that has sent
me reeling, careening
really, falling apart
over something that is nothing
a hollywood foam rock
© 2006
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