Blur
by William S Cottringer — Read all 146 poems by William S Cottringer
Slow Don't the merry-Go-Round so i can catch up with the blur please.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
BLUR
Slow Down
Merry-Go-Round,
Can’t catch the blur,
Lost in overload,
Way too dizzy;
Want to thrive,
But can’t survive;
Looking for simple,
Drowning in chaos.
What were they thinking?
Right click, left click,
Double click, delete;
Brain about to explode.
Breath out angst;
What was imagined
Can be un-imagined.
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