Monday, August 15, 2011

What point

** what point **
These quietly tracking feet
Sounds of city muted
Looking for uniqueness
Reflection of perfect self
Mirror of your self
Inside those other eyes
Hear their words and consider
What really is the point
Can see where this conversation is heading
The ending drawn out clear
Another lonely night
Holding up a beer
Cheered by friends surrounding
Wonder why they are here
All seem so desperate
Hung drawn and quartered
Hanging from relationships gallows
Rejects on the shelf
Perfection is not for you
Those lives of ease and luxury
You must struggle forward
A trier and a mediocrity
An un substantial blip
Neither of benefit or drag
To society all around
Will live and die un heralded
Except by a chosen few
Who live same life as you
These myriad miscreants
Into your orbit strayed
A group of oddities
Unassuming blank dull motes
Fate brings you together
For there is no where else to go
The lost and lonely grasping for
This friendship you would not know.

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