last
night i roamed with a shadow
a
bitter man with nothing to show
kept
complaining about all he had done
and
how it had never been appreciated
i
kept trying to get him to take another drink
my
tongue always on the brink
of
wanting to ask him why he had an expectation
of
fairness, of justice
quantum
mechanics is where i quandary
the
only invisible thing in which i believe
acceptance
of the accident
is
my only mantra
live
like life is short
the
rest be damned
yet
here i am
knowing
that connection is out of reach
so
few, if any, perceive that it is all perception
and
this one truth will circumvent the deception
that
disappointment is the result of expectation
that
there is a dispensary somewhere with a distributor
he
kept talking
i
kept walking
with
no desire to convey
that
it was a life time of loss and disappointment
that
lead me here
to
the dark streets of decay
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