| June 23rd, 2006

not ready to worship anything
too many iterations of doubt
no purpose in the endless puzzle
what is gained from the questions

how to reconcile myself
to what i have become
quietly slipping
the forest ebbing into buildings
solid matter
concrete, i stand on this lack of ideas
this relenting to what surrounds me

lack of creation, of delving thoughts
has dried up the well of my subconscious
left in a parking lot of broken asphalt
where once was a forest blossoming with ideas

where are all the dreams
of yesterday?

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