the time we wasted spending time wisely

walden freeman
walden freeman Posts: 511
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
traveling down the highway inches from the divider as lightning flashes, the sky photographing us for a sentimental slideshow they'll play on projectors when we'll reach heaven. tonight we'll conquer the dunes when we reach the beach. prick our feet on broken shells or maybe even old syringes if we're lucky enough. i'm finally not confused for the first time in my life and it's so hard to figure out why. the flaws i present are the presents i give myself, and i give myself nothing. just ask me, i'll tell you.
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I like this one.

    I've been thinking lately about the line between too much dreaming and too much work and seriousness. I've been wondering where the balance should be. Too much on either side seems to lead to nowhere, and too little on either side makes a person unhappy...

    Your little poem is probably about something completely different, but I just felt like mentioning that it was almost like what I was thinking of. Sorry to ramble in your thread. :o
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  • walden freeman
    walden freeman Posts: 511
    Ramble away comrade! You're about spot on.
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    walden freeman wrote:
    Ramble away comrade! You're about spot on.

    :)
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  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    walden freeman wrote:
    traveling down the highway inches from the divider as lightning flashes, the sky photographing us for a sentimental slideshow they'll play on projectors when we'll reach heaven. tonight we'll conquer the dunes when we reach the beach. prick our feet on broken shells or maybe even old syringes if we're lucky enough. i'm finally not confused for the first time in my life and it's so hard to figure out why. the flaws i present are the presents i give myself, and i give myself nothing. just ask me, i'll tell you.

    Very nice. A breakaway from too much control, and too little life.
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?

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