Contemplation
I’m looking at the life I haven’t been living
It’ been ions since any one else is to blame
But I cant take from the world what its not giving.
At this point I have to come to realize that
all my excuses start sounding the same
Its not God, the devil, Demon or saint
Not mankind or industry that takes anything away
Life is a canvas and it’s time to paint.
Because the first day of the rest of my life was yesterday.
TW11-14
am2anangel commented on Contemplation
07-13-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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