Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

I will wait

My soul is a dusty sack
That I drag behind me,
Hoping that along the way,
It'll collect rhyme and reason.
I tire of walking exhaustively,
Expecting to learn but getting
Trampled upon instead.
I am one grain of sand out of
Millions resting in an hourglass,
Waiting for time to run out
So I can finally sleep.
I am hidden and unnoticed,
Hesitant and weary of the
Games that humanity and society
Have plagued me with.
But being the doormat that I am,
I quietly wait for a change
That will somehow benefit me.
A change that will never come...

4-24-12


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