wasting thoughts
on paper
inkpiledoverscribbles
attempts in composing
prose
SONETS or simple haikus
declarations of emotions
at that
YET
each jumbled scene changes instanteously with ink s p
a t t e
r s
my eyes
blink
back
SHOCK
STARING
at what these hands did
what can not be erased
permanence is such a relative term, so many seem to hide
from it, others stick to routines.
few
find a
happy
medium
ALL
trying to fulfill this
grand life
thrive in fifteen minutes of fame
