I won the struggle of meaninglessness
Without a stroke or without a kill
A bag of pleasure and few bottles of delight
From the world of valueless
I carried them like precious pearls
Jam packed and tight in the wagon of my head
In this harbor of stupor, lazily, I spread
With much effort and hard labor
In the bank of tranquility I engage to unload
Before I dive in life’s serious business

Similar Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *