A caffeine fix here, a solemn gaze there;
What was I thinking about?
The spark seldom near.
Regurgitated phrases contaminate the psyche,
but never our concern.
They say, they say, quite a bit.
I know no more.
Condemned to silence,
too many veils;
awareness of awareness,
yours to others,
examples,
idols,
social definitions and confirmed relations.
All verbal yet terminal.
Something must be expressed,
but obscured out of reach.
Frustration augments.
Envy deepens.
Relations fade in
but always inevitably out.
You said this and meant it.
But that was then and this is now.
No one's ever to blame.
Futile anyway.
The mosquito commits no wrong,
just an over rehearsed temper
out of work again.
A-live... we all are.
Ha!
