4am
Watch a late night movie
laugh this life away
for tomorrow is coming
there is no other way
Keep on moving forward
toward this great unknown
where life comes into focus
and this late maturity has flown
What is he doing with his life?
It's 4am
time to sharpen the knives again
into his crashing psyche
Should be sleeping
taking comfort in no one's arms
wrapped tightly in thread bare blankets
passing out to the night's disarming charms
When will all of this make some sense?
time to escape over another fence
run full speed through these yards
with a battered life breathing down so hard
Another empty promise
issued from paper lips
another wayward line
written as some clever quip
Sarcasm is quite shallow
this void so empty and hollow
another insubstantial shadow
stumbling through yet another tomorrow
mathiasthom
written 7/16/10
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