Thursday, November 17, 2011

if I knew what I was doing

I wouldn't be doing this

I'd be living a real life

with a purpose and a meaning


instead of just mourning a past

that will not let me go

that confuses me with apprehension

that suckers me by looking like a future


if you think you can do better

go ahead

stumble on your ignorant call

get hanged by the nuts of your judgment


but I have much for which to atone

much I wasted I must restore

I'll have to take that as my purpose

and forge that meaning for my being


knowing nothing but awaiting the sound

of the mouth that will whisper my true name

awaiting the ears that will hear this

awaiting the heart that will receive



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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