Blank stares from me to myself.
Youth has gone to pasture, and
Ambition's fire fades.
All is not well in the land of hope,
for the once, surely, bright future
is now but a dull fog.
Circumastances have painted the
truth of the world pallid gray, and
putrescent for my eyes.
Still...dreams splash flowers, and
sunshine, and blood over my naked mind.
DESIRE LIVES!
dave. this is beautiful but you are not dead...you are only writing to make sure you are alive. everything is so needed for it has a purpose..so unique..stop of this grayness and grow a pair of white balls..and step up to the plate. davida
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