Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Flight of Fancy

Do I pander too much for attention with this?
It often seems so.
But what else is there?
I could panic, I could glory,
I could wait for better days
With a patience I've never owned
Or I could wing forth like a dragon-slayer
Across the plains
Or a dipping kite in the wind,
But I know where it all leads—
It leads right here
Where I am perpetually falling from the sky.

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)