3.02.2008

I'm Dying to Find Out


If it's nothing we could imagine,
Yet we so desperately seem,
To know what's going on,
The fear to let go rises,
The training to never accept uncertainty,
As it blares in the face of everything you've experienced,
In the educated drunkard the opinion rises,
That it is so much bigger.

I'm crying and ripping apart to meld with you.

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