Tuesday, May 28

Hopeless

Every now and then, I see
Hope gliding through my thoughts,
sometimes glib,
often unabshed.

I smile. 

When I am not too caught up;
with the intrigues of life,
I follow it around - idly;
A voyeur in my own head.

I frown.

And in some lucid moments,
I find, Less isn't too far off.
A stalker,
A necessary companion?

I give in.




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