Thursday, March 5, 2009

Procrastination

Wouldn't it be lovely
if I could concentrate
on anything at all?
Motivation
what does that even mean?
Convalescence
Ha
I worked it in
This music doesn't mean anything
I'm sure it's corrupting the light somewhere
Don't breathe so deeply
The icicles will drop
(groan)
Grown?
I suppose I have a little
But it's not about me
Welcome to my mind
This is just a postcard
Scared yet?
because there's just a void
behind skin depth...don't
Just don't
Lock that safely away
(shudder)
Yes
behind the shutters
there is much to torment the mind
But we dissemble
And smile
and wonder
who can see it
pierce the masks
find the lost inside
But apparently, it only counts if you don't ask

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