October 18th

without the fluff, we say we have had enuff

something more substantial to pre-occupy

what will inspire us to pass the time by?

What purpose drives you in your life?

What makes you soar above the strife?

I cannot provide the answers you seek

Stagnation in solitude will send an odor - reek

Play with the words, and scramble them up

dredge in the mire and deliver from muck

I hate when i don't give a *&%$ or a #@$% !!

Enclosed

A letter is bound and confined by an envelope
Rooms but defined by the walls that surround
One knows their place when standing on the ground
Or the wind in their face running on a downhill's slope.

Just a man, a working man zombie
Just know my past holds my future
Testify to the fact the habits that hold me. Sure,
I know the chains that bind me

Self-imposed, self-contained
Self-less acts, less of self each day
A coin lost in its cracks, less each day
Have I the drive to break these chains?

A ballad binds the bounds of rhyme
Tredding tirelessly in the tracks of time

Appendix added additional angst
Chains choke the chances not chanced
Gains from a gamble not second-glanced
What is real? Will I feel? As I kneel...