Accumulations
Hanging on a string ;
waiting for the fall.
the fool hangs on so tightly;
though he has no hope at all.
Hiding from exposure;
As he orchestrates his play.
An elaborate endeavor;
For he knows no other way.
Filled with anger of himself;
For he knows that he is trapped.
Drawing up within his self;
All alone he's wrapped.
Life ahead a vacuum ;
That takes away the light.
He is slowly disappearing;
He'll soon be out of sight.
Those accumulated concepts ;
Of that he calls his life.
Never trust a woman
Never take a wife.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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