Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Nighttime in a dark dining room
my desk not a desk but light brightly shines
my thoughts not my thoughts still imprisoned inside
barred from freedom too many ideas trapped inside too many jobs

And what are we waiting for?
Passing time, passing days
Whisking by like some crazed train of
crashing waves of things happening to me

My fingers type and want to break away from the techno life
I am compelled to cling all familiar web based work
Nighttime sleep deprived thoughts creeping out
crawling to pages to questions to doubts

Ties to the life
ties to life
fired inside
tired of the life
tied to the life
trying to find life
tithing to life

Artist muse
artist amused
Life is a muse
I could use

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