Morning Poem, September 23, 2014

An Existential Question


What if there really was another way?

What if there was a reason why

You lose every game you play?


It’s not tattoos and bandanas

and its not organic bananas.


It’s not what your friends have been telling you

Not what the TV is selling you

It older than old and newer than new

Not hard to carry, and beautiful, too

You’ve known since you were seven that it might be true.


What would you do then, what would you do?

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