Sep 28 2007

Ricardo mon brave

(at least he loves my grandfather/longcase/tallcase clocks)

Not a perfectionist, yet seeking perfection
Rejecting all life, yet hurt by rejection
Needing no one, yet craving affection
Defying protection
Heading somewhere
Arriving nowhere

Walking straight , yet a twisted way
Wanting to speak, yet nothing to say
Praying for night, yet longing for day
Wasting away
Feeling something
Showing nothing

No longer a boy, yet still not a man
Moving forward, yet without any plan
Reaching the end, yet it’s still not began
Imposing no ban
Sometimes winning
Always losing

Grandfather clocks am I


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