| Written: NOV 15, 2003 |
When one becomes accustomed to hardship,
Lives dreary, unforgiving life, day after day,
Happiness lies in puzzle, a fleeting illusion,
With pieces that can never stay in place,
Forever to ruin and fall apart under weight
And talon of time, leaving us to wade through
The dispersing glories with none to bear our own.
Standing upon greatness that can never be more
Than those formerly realized and we now trample.
So we sit wallowing in our ideologies of ignorance,
Our embalmed smoky existence bereft of true meaning.
