Don't I love to be a slave to the inept attitudes
Don't I like to sit saddled on a wooden frame
crouched within a world of my own
As the lights change colors on the use of the remote
the dark solitude surrounds me
and I'm bound to my selfishness
the milkman straddles down to the door
I wait until the dawn settles within the confines
I gather myself in paces,the remote still hanging to my fingers
I'm ensconced in my dull, lethargic mass of flesh
where has the optimism of life withered
where did I loose the symptoms of acknowledgement
Are we not adding reason to the disbelief's
Did we pass the ram-shackled quarters in disdain?
Are we not supposed to look within?
Have we deep within us lost the humaneness?
Are we dour and indolent to the mass ineptitude?
Lest we think, let us forget and...
Let us watch the sunset and cuddle up once more in our oneness
let us loose the world outside to its grief and wanderings
let us create a nest of love and nothing but love
let us partake only in our own agonies and ecstasies
My withered wisdom has imparted me nothing today
another day of indolence and solitude does not surprise me
I've tasted the forbearing fruit of lazy boredom
it has its own delightful elegance ....
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