When mind fails to keep up with ambient athleticism and nerves begin to burst at the seams
When eyes plan to see what you want to and the finger tips begin to feel abstract nouns
When self cries out in agony of latent mediocrity and lips tremble at the sound of I
When motives haunt your innocence and reality is a painted ship upon a painted ocean
When milieu is defined by horizon and margins creep over to occupy your pages
When sunshine shies away from you and raindrops stop just above your head
When blase sarcasm is confused for wit and words begin to dictate the poem
When lesser known fears assume unknown proportions and fullstops are welcome
Then lets talk and take the long promised walk .... ..... ..... .....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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