Tuesday 23 August 2016

navel label (cut off the orange) #1

  I found myself in a jam... reluctant to change. I was grown on common kinda ground and walked the city streets with the disheartened and lost like myself. I knew who they were. I saw them reaching for the same jars in the same grocery outlets. We held the same posture and fears and blood pressure.

I found myself in a jam. Halfway through my peanut butter sandwich. But I saw no end to the torment. We fight and we try. And why? My mood, my status and my affect --my sense of myself in this chair
      this room
         this house
               this hood
                    this town
                   this city
          this country
    this world

this universe
the emptiness
Better off senseless sometimes

I have felt so foolish
 my reputation fallen
My spirit lost and out there somewhere lookin' for you
Callin' and callin'

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