I watched the pale moon light dance playfully on my brown skin, turning it ashy
Taken up in the gravity of the moment; the mystical pull of this celestial light
Allowing my thoughts to flow freely and precariously between then and now
Later an eventuality which may never materialize; lingering on the precipice of reality
Seduced by the low light of night and the gentle touch of crisp cool wind
Basking in the now; circumspect of the later; cognizant of then, a brief lifetime ago
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
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