LISTLESS

LISTLESS

Write a song pen a
Poem
Pass it
On
Burn
It off.

Or bury it deep
Within
In the impregnated nullity of the life we are familiar with
We shrug nonchalantly
To pathetically endeavor, attempt at filling in
The eternal void. Constant hollowness. We identify
We say, with each other our lips claim
As our eyes elope with our hearts
And chase after all
And every insignificant fragile
Little thing…

So write a song pen a poem pass it on burn it off then bury it deep within