Apr
20
4/20/09
Regretful, only after the fact
Racing through, speed intact
Only wishing to never lack
Keeping my ever important pact
Lost inside a backwards maze
Rode aboard the carriage, ablaze
Purposeless regrets set aside for later
Convincing myself, the greatest debater
Lost in a circular timeline
Keeping the beast benign
Always appearing fine
Encouraging the blind
The crystal ball tries to convince
I shut my ears, I squint and I wince
I smile at the mirror, I don’t need help
My ribs, my bones, my eyes all yelp
Coarse leaves begin to pound
The master cannot rebound
Sifting the slimy mound
Found flowers underground
Halfway down, beginning to wilt
Hand is clutched, ready at the hilt
Ready to drop at any time
Ready to rot away with the grime
A lament for my troubles.
