Dive


This old world sucks me into a vortex

Of delusion, confusion, exclusion, retribution.

Utopia is a noun that can never be found,

Imagery of mind is where no sense resides.

Eden’s earthly paradise no longer exists

So there’s no point to search thru the fog and the mist

Just to find yourself broken at the base of a cliff.




© David Girard 09/06/15

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