Our gulibility
Of understanding
Binds our
Thoughts together.
Blindly walking.
Strolling through
Life
without
Notice.
Trotting over
Golden streets,
Uncaring.
One,
straight --- line.
Guided by experience
We tiptoe over b r o k e n
Sheets of glass,
Cutting ourselves.
Wondering through
Forests of poisonous
Snakes, who bite
the
Flesh of our
Open
Wounds.
Life without meaning.
Unfound souls
Drift openly,
Not knowing
Where
To
Go. Abbi - abbi15@hotmail.com
