Stumbling around in the night, forever
Trying to find some illumination
In this murky world of good intents
But questionable actions, dark deeds
Eyes opened wide, arms reach tentatively
To find only more emptiness
stretching
As far as these blind eyes fail to see
Groping with hands that end in despair
Seeking intellectual intercourse but finding
Only more f***ing talk
about nothing
Resolving nothing, accomplishing nothing
Time filled to the overflowing with words
Smoldering butts scorching the imagination
With embers that never quite burn
But never burn out, singeing the tongue
While leaving the soul out in the cold
Quivering heart not beating,
Gaping mouth open, gasping for life
For companionship amid the smothering throng
Of bodies that surround us
we struggle
With ourselves and our dreams
Amid coffee shop geniuses and fools
In cap and gown, extolling
The virtues of freedom while applying
The scourge of the few to the backs of the masses
Fumbling, reaching, groping, forever empty
Nighttime zombies in a daytime existence
Still on we stumble
forever hoping
But once in a while there is a gem from an unlikely source; who doesn't even realize they are carrying around a precious stone in their hearts. And may indeed seem one of the mindless masses. These I see once in a while and this sustains me to walk along the path of shattered glass barefooted, taking all the cuts to my feet and my heart and my soul for just a little sustenance of one clever word or bright idea. You are a candle Sue. Never doubt your flame burns brightly here at AD. Others don't. (((Hugs))) Bill