Sunday, March 02, 2008

Escape


It's at moments like these

When I realize why I thank God

that I have lived in so many different worlds

Drunk and despondent

at living in one

I'm raised by the televised evidence

of another

surprised, and relieved of my torpor

ennui leaves me for a time

leaving sentiment alone to carry me away

to another place

a place before my time

but one so familiar

an illusion perhaps

or a memory I've lost

look back far enough they say

but really, who has the time

it's all a mad rush

and no one wants to be left behind

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