Sunday, April 02, 2006
i sit in my solitary corner.
peering through the glass, darkly.
once again.
my inner ramble creeps out.
it illuminates.
and i ponder.
my mind is soon in a whirl.
the wind of change blows.
and vicissitude beckons.
ironic it seems. that i feel stifled.
in my haste. i conceive a yen.
of wanting to be in a different milieu.
escapism perhaps.
or simply, inertia.
in embracing the unacquainted.
perhaps. it's time i reacquaint myself.
to the art of dabbling with fate.
Bran ; 9:27 PM
