Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Surreal

The nights unjust 
The thoughts unruly 
The leftovers and bygones
The choicest and trivial 
Nothing is absolute
In a world unforgiving

Does it matter who died first
When the words died first
promises tore into pieces
The old newspapers
The stale stories
A we that was

The noise that seldom gets heard
A caravan that doesn't move
Life's a chimera
Drown in what seems like a sea
real or surreal
Give it all