And The Definition Of Better Is

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It's too late to talk improvement.

Are we not moving with our heads in plaster,
formed and structured through to torture?
Born.
To teeth
Now.
Can you breathe?

When all the arrows lead to you
tear streaked lines upon lines
that gather guiltily.

Aren't we all just trapped in beings,
trapped in routine?
Aren't we all just bloated, loaded
insignificance?

It's too late to talk improvement,
but we move on guiltily.

Aren't we all just misconcieved?
Aren't we all just mishappened?
It's too early to feel saddened.

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Questions.

Trapped in doomed routines banished to insignificance.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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A bit of a cynic waxing philosophic.

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
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It is too early to be too late to be trapped in insignificance?

ty,bd

Jennifer CJennifer Calmost 19 years ago
Very good piece

I love the questions you

raise in this, I don't

have the answers but the

questions were great!

Good work.

Thanks,

~ Jenn

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