A World of What

by Steven C. Brown
8-29-2003 





Why do I bother?
How should I proceed?
Yesterday is forgotten, today is a fraud.

Alone I sit, alone where I fit.
Livelihood is fleeting and full of lies.
Lies which blanket the world, darkening the greed and treachery.

Too much chaos to stay on the road.
How can everyone blindly toil through life.
I don’t understand how mankind grew so cold and avaricious.
So I stare at the road and sit in neutral, each route stained with ineffectuality.

So where do I go?
Unstable is my foundation.
Frantic paces consume body and spirit.
Freedom is restricted by the boundaries of the pretentious.
Every road is tolled, each taking a different route to the same abyss.
Regarding this, the moment or the plight, I am stuck in the tar pits, struggling.
I look at anything and everything, pulling down knowledge to gratify my curiosity.
None of which has stirred me from my depressed pit, but all of which is irrelevantly precious.
Going back to the why, how, and where…beats the hell out of me, but I have my eye on that detour.