KYLady wrote another lame-ass poem today, but I kind of like it...well, I think I do...so I'll post it here for all eternity (that is, until I delete my blog, or the end of blogger, or the world is destroyed...whatever comes first).
It has no title. Perhaps I could call it Ode to the Much Too-Long Pointless Meeting...a lame-ass poem by KYLady.
Shape shifters.
Life drifters sliding through time.
Hide your eyes.
Bury dreams.
Reality rips holes in the souls
of those who can't outrun it.
The wise realize
it's not as hopeless as it seems.
Oh yes...and my vast KyLady fan club must be wanting some sort of stated interpretation of the above lame-ass poem. I will tell you this - it means just what it says.
It has no title. Perhaps I could call it Ode to the Much Too-Long Pointless Meeting...a lame-ass poem by KYLady.
Shape shifters.
Life drifters sliding through time.
Hide your eyes.
Bury dreams.
Reality rips holes in the souls
of those who can't outrun it.
The wise realize
it's not as hopeless as it seems.
Oh yes...and my vast KyLady fan club must be wanting some sort of stated interpretation of the above lame-ass poem. I will tell you this - it means just what it says.
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