towards the end...

Towards a destiny I know not
Towards a life I don't want
I . . . i?
i find my life like i find
doggy doo...
unrelentlessly i pursue a goal
i find repulsive in imagination
i deal not with extremities
but with those things i can
handle (which isn't allot)
so i find myself

Working ...dazed
in large ...confused
circles ...dumbfounded

pick up the gun,
put it in my mouth?

i choose life
i choose it well.

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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