I watched net work TV once,and I’m still haunted


Someday’s it seems I’m at a loss. Gratitude’s tarnished surface way lays
It’s golden depth. It’s essence diminished with the setting sun.
Apocryphal stories shimmer in the untruths of humanity. A claptrap monologue of media’s twisted tone.
Alone stands a question oft unanswered by those who choose to hide. Nameless in circles,faceless in lines I draw in the sand. Ever a simpleton,forever a slave.
Wisdom lies gaunt at the end of the day.

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