Tryst with Life

Tryst with Life

Life a
vacation

From the
picnics &
pickwik’s

You grow
up

Leisure tearin
off

Your hands
into the
big wheel

All the
flesh in
the drain

A loose
skin on
hollowness
hangin

The world
shows you
the way

Only this
time its
out to
the mountains

You must
resign into
the cold
darkness

Of the
long night
ahead of
you

A young
straggler

Wanders off
to the
forest

Finds you
and a
dozen questions
to follow

Caution: This might be all theory

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