what could be sweeter
than this candied apathy?
dreams of creation are wild
horses bound by temples
glance at substantial
focus - way too daunting
why not leave something
that allows itself be left for later?
ain't that how that old adage
goes? fatigued from work
i always slaved, goddamn it!
look where it got me; now
the gluttony of living in the
moment acts more pleasant
(even if only in this moment)
i suppose things might
just fall into my lap
(i hope?) but then again
perhaps the past is not exactly
for forgetting; how long can
this newfound indulgence
really keep one happy?
