A Life Mundane
By thepawn
Childhood desires cascade down Tall, white walls Reach the bottom and set on fire Sometimes I stand still to watch them What if I were to try and catch one? Is it too late? Would it blow up in my face? Such risks cannot be estimated Perhaps I have been too cautious Such securities grow like fruit on trees Always the same taste, always the same But at least they never rot Is a life mundane A life lived in vain? The issue is hotly contested But I think not It would be nice, though-- Once in a while, perhaps-- To feed my tree the fluids of dreams Until its branches scrape the sky Such is a submerged wish Of an old, simple mind: To find a smidgeon of excitement In their life Like finding a shiny penny On a heavily trodden street Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 04:56 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Childhood desires cascade down..."