The Pot of Clay Wonders
Is the world cheating on me?
Is self-deception so thick that I cannot see?
Is the world beating on me?
Is suicide so slow that I cannot be free?
Or be me?
What am I?
A wave passing by?
Or a rock so grounded that it cannot try?
Or ask why?
What am I?
Copyright © Sam Waldron | Year Posted 2008
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