... for today the dreams
delude me no longer.
Having developed a rapport
with time,
the wisdom monger.
...of utopias, of dreamlands
thoughts,
have passed into oblivion,
for the lone crusader
tired enough,
silently climbed on the bandwagon.
... the heart duteous pumps blood
knowing not the reason why.
Eyes disillusioned don't expect
deliverance from the sky.
...I breathe now,
for it's a custom to;
a ritual ancient,
for whose cause,
none has a clue.
And like myriad other
soulless breathing entities,
manage to explain to myself,
there is nothing one can do.
It happens 'cause it has to ...