Db0 poem 2

People are idiots
They all fall slavery
To Time.
They run everywhere
Blocking out the outside
Never taking time to realize
That we are very alone
In this wide mass of space
Never wanting to break time
Destroy your routine
And end up spinning into a cycle
Were the beautiful laid unseen
Then distract you from time
Oh, what a terrible sin that would be
They should be locked away for the crime
Of taking away true beauty

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maRAWR This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 5, 2010 at 2:13 pm
routine is spiritual death.  love the poem! =)
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