No Nirvana
A butterfly dies when it lays eggs
A dragonfly dies reaching its dreams
Trapped, walled by a spherical form of habitat
To struggle will not get anything anywhere
Too vulnerable-too human
Hold me and feel me running short of life
Along with every cosmic formation tangible, pencil drawings are too be erased
A deadly virus, a continuous form of pestilence
A lose-lose situation, for it is inevitable too be human
Forced to be part of this surreal fantasy and be stuck and lost in it
Forever we would seem to be together
But I have been able to deteriorate my being
The sole of my feet burns--too agitated to dive outside and swim myself toward the surface of oblivion
There would be no blowing wind on my cheeks
No feeling of accomplishments
Nor success nor failure
No knowledge of my vertebraic being
No love nor hate
No tears nor laughter
No sadness nor joy
No nirvana.
Total eradication.
grasseseatcows
5/10/2005 04:43:00 PM
