Karma

Said a dream about the future In the back of his mind to lay quiet A past to put in trash barrel His vision is a NOW Forsaking external pleasures for internal time He would fail in every Job that was taken Every one of his peers would brand him A SUCKER The Karma is a projector projecting what's to be on his make believe PLASMA TV Coddling a remnant,this pacifier from his WAY BACK years Why let go of it when it was so much fun? It is simpler days that we want to hang on to Afraid to face the Eventual certainty They call him a QUACK for trying to regain Something that is no more which HE can never get back