lunes, diciembre 01, 2008


there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane
and it isn't even christmas
he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died

every day I wander in negative disposition
as I'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well that I am not alone
introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation
but I'm thinking altruistically
and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone

I try to close my eyes
but I cannot ignore the stimuli
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

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