The sounds of the world
used to take me places.
They all gave me some sort of hope.
Now, every now and then,
I simply try to get away.
With not much in my mind,
just the haziness of inhaled dope.
All words are now about to disperse,
those of song and verse.
What am I left to contribute,
in the verge of this fading minute?
In a universe packed with plastic souls,
reality rapidly unfolds.
Is possession really all that matters?
Why shift from being warm to cold?
When all I want is to be spiritually embraced
by those true feelings I have never faced.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
used to take me places.
They all gave me some sort of hope.
Now, every now and then,
I simply try to get away.
With not much in my mind,
just the haziness of inhaled dope.
All words are now about to disperse,
those of song and verse.
What am I left to contribute,
in the verge of this fading minute?
In a universe packed with plastic souls,
reality rapidly unfolds.
Is possession really all that matters?
Why shift from being warm to cold?
When all I want is to be spiritually embraced
by those true feelings I have never faced.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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