La-La-Luck

I trip and stumble through

Daily grindings which

Tend to force some kind of subconcious

Tremblings,

Why am I doing this?

Is my life just a string of inexplicable

Nothings?

Does it matter that

I

Can tap away all day, with my face

Pressed up against the screen, and end with black against white?

Or is it White against Black?

When will I

Twirl amongst the stars until my heart

Fills and I feel I have lived.

A Full.

A Full Life.

I don't even know what that means.

The End

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