I'm stumped,
staring at a wall adorned
with a genius' mad ramblings.
A so-to-speak who's who
of nobodies, somebodies,
and - for the sake of closure -
everybodies.
I've lost so much time
in awe of this pervasive
beauty, mingling among moochers.
Can I embark?
Who's to give me permission
if I so choose to ask?
The world-ender, trendsetter,
real go-getter makes his
entrance...now!
Can he overcome?
Who's to give him permission
if he so chooses to ask?
"It's a grand show"
I duly admit, the crowd
vibrating and warm.
Faces lost within a
nest of angst and ambition,
hatching now a dark cynicism.
Can we deny?
Who's to give us permission
if we so choose to ask?
No comments:
Post a Comment