Tuesday, August 21, 2007

DRIFT

Am drifting along
In a makebelieve world
where the plastic buds
dont unfurl

Drifting along but not apart
without an ending without
a start

Several lines
waiting to be written
with words inbetween
that remain unsaid

I imagine what it
would like to not be
without the play
of this cosmic sea
a mystery so unfathomobly
deep

So i choose not to drift but to dive
to the of source of pure enthusiasm
the source of life

1 Annotations:

Mad angel said...

This is my only post without a comment, not the most brilliant poem, but it atleast deserves on comment, which is my own.