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epitaphs of discontent

we wear our coats of like.

dust off our eager shoes –

step into the arena of ego.

impatiently aware of how we look in the mirror of our suppose.

with disregard for others want,

we impose our need-to-be.

consideration –

program from the pageant of youth –

crumpled,

thrown out the window.

 

how quickly we become –

undone;

companion to indifference.

no compromise.

no regret.

determined to win the race –

regardless the casualties.

 

and even now –

with sunset inviting darkness,

we light one more candle.

no time for rest.

insatiable –

our appetite for admiration.

just one more round of applause.

one more like –

clicked on sad page of immaterial.

 

and recklessly –

with impetuous abandon –

we (without knowing) write epitaphs of discontent –

chiseled in stone (alone).

our un-intention –

our demise.

 

and from this dreamless sleep,

no waking…

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bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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