Balance Con-Artist

Balance Con-Artist

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

I think of tightropes....or hanging over a cliff wanting to let go to the rope you're holding on to

I wish our conversations
were as effortless
as our laid-back attitudes
got a lot of stuff to do
but yet I thought we'd
jump at the opportunity
to become more to this
life we live
stretch our brains
this mind we kill
with apathy
spell out exactly what is wrong
with the world, with us, with the evolution
of our adolescence
force these pistons to work a little
harder, faster, better, stronger;
then whatever else is left
will fall into place
as if we connect better than I thought
I know it's hard to keep life stable
but why is this failing
why is this falling
if we're standing still

© 2011 Ruminating Archaeologist

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Added on January 8, 2011
Last Updated on January 23, 2011
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Ruminating Archaeologist
Ruminating Archaeologist

Paradoxical Cerebrum, IN

Since 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a account, and I'm .. more..