The Other Day
The Other Day
I felt just a little bit pretentious
Pompous and Large
Like the day I stood in front of the world and said, "Not Me"
Just at that time, the place I call home got a little smaller
My eyes refused to focus and I couldn't see my fingers
I tried to run, but couldn't even stand up
When this happened I lost my sense of being
And laughed at the mere mention of value
Where has this sentence placed it comma?
And where is the "understood" pause
I just didn't know
Just at that time, the words I call my own seemed murky
I felt like I was plagarizing my entire life
It was turning into a sad movie with sarcastic comedic satire
And I character I wanted to see dead.
My mirror has collapsed into my ideology of reason
And I can't find a pencil to jot this dream down
Scott R. Conwell
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Self reflective, filled with poignant humility and apt imagery. Mature work!
thanks, I feel truly now that the shit is flying out of my head
Post a Comment