Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Monday, January 31, 2011

the royal we (forgot the task)

specific interests, limits within our own perceived limits of breath, the bird flies and the fly skydives without ever once dreaming about death, this iS critical, whether ya politics string along strong or it's kept apolitical, minimal, hope left in the trashheap human rat race, i sleep with my mind on, try to keep the nostalgic rewind gone, instead of automation, dependent like a blind dog, i almost got the job but i wrote down the time wrong, pathway to middle earth, the rebirth of the swan song, locked in a labyrinth that never really got started, whiteflight myth of progress that never departed or took off, instead they cooked the books on the questions to the answers that we still refuse to ask, who what where when how do indeed many things come to pass
and why?
die slow deaths soaked in poisonous syrups
not make union our bodies of weaponry with our minds of spirit
do we humans always have so many questions to ask
here's my why:
so caught up in our questions we forgot the task
so caught up in our questions we forgot the task

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