Mind Marbles

Racing, racing, racing… Begins when the covers engulf me In the lunar blackness Where small sounds groan Oh I’ve bested you, my friend! Wait, that argument was four days ago Fear, is death For he who fails to Act on ambition Out of fear, dies An inch with each waning The Marble Faun How did Faulkner conjure such A picturesque title? But what does it mean? Racing, racing, racing… Few hundred bucks is obsolete In the grand scheme of it all NF said it marvelously Most important Things in life to me Are things I know I Can’t buy Racing, racing, racing… An hour bleeds Simpletons surround Intelligent conversation does not NF again I’m not in the mood, To have a conversation And talk about a bunch of Things I don’t feel amazed with What do you want out of this life? What are your true and deepest desires? Seems like I’m the only one Asking these questions Few friends, maybe Most caught up in trivial matters Let’s go change worlds Brick by brick Racing, racin…ra…