Literally, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

It might just be that I've
told myself enough times
to forget it.
To relish in being lost,
and incapable of finding
a new host of answers.
But I want to like them,
not only endure consequence,
not only impure providence
of eyes I can't rationalize.
Told the story too many times
to complain that the system
I'm enslaved to 
isn't quite working.
In a perfect world we'd jump
and remain in thin-air,
no frustration to compare
to weightless fancy.
Instead, we've stopped dancing.
Posted: 2011-11-19 16:46:56 UTC

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2011-12-04 23:59:12VICTORILANE
Wow. Really cool poem. I can totally imagine every line, and you can feel the emotion behind the poem. Great job!!