Wednesday, December 30, 2015

without, mostly.

i'm not so concerned
'bout the have's or have not's
possessions lose meaning
as you are laid out on a cot

you can search for a meaning
in a purposeless life
look to the heavens
scream at your wife

the bucket is empty
the glass is half full
you can't fill a void
with promises and wool




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