“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.” -Ernest Hemingway
An original poem.
Took a walk around the city
All the lights shone bright and pretty
But he wonders how and why
that no matter what we try
turns to ashes of intentions,
strings that no one ever mentions
Where to run and where to hide,
from the arrogance of pride?
Fields and pastures, mountain ranges.
As he walks, he dreams of changes
The gilded city glitters, but in vain,
failing to obscure the pain
of a place obsessed with power,
counting minutes on the hour
Oh how easily forgotten
are the fruits that stir so rotten
in the garden of this city,
but the lights they shine so pretty
It’s hard to believe my last blog post was in July of LAST year! I’ve got four blank journals and I’m currently working on filling one up with handwritten ramblings, but I resolve to post some updates on here too. Soon, soon soon!