Friday, May 5, 2006

Wasted Potential

Wasted Potential

When will you look in the mirror
and see the puzzle pieces
scattered like windswept rain?

An object in motion tends
to stay in motion forever
guilty about what's behind.

Does downhill mean forward
or is it an illusion of ill-got progress?

Called to be a glorious reflection
beauty becomes only skin-deep.

 

Tag: poetry

 
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