Amen.

You never plan it,
but you get weary,
slugging it out everyday,
trying to digest information,
at a million miles and hour.

In your weakness you realize,
all you have wasted:
time.
health.
hope
happiness.
peace.

They say.
no such thing
as too late,
or monsters.

There is however,
too little too late.
Life’s meaning
burning itself
on its ear.

And there it lies –
the heart of the matter…

The deepest mystery and
where to stick the knife.

No one is in charge.
No one to accept the responsibility
for all this madness.

Just a big tumbling vat
of emptiness.
Absolutely none the wiser, and
worse for the wear…

Chattering monkeys
with Facebook pages,
lost in space…

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