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A Fugitive

May 8, 2014

Does this world matter?

so much clutter and clatter

minds get scattered

bodies get fatter

Wherein lies a hope?

a new and different scope

beyond bodies to grope

and minds to interlope

Do we have a choice?

in a world full of noise

But an absence of voice

rumbling aimlessly in a rolls royce.

The direction of peace and love?

an entrapment from above

commit to this anthology

a deadly cocktail of psychology.

Love allows anything but a way out

no escape, even in deep drought

free-will is its eternal captive

only other option, be a fugitive.




From → Poetry, Writing

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