It\'s the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it\'s the momentary
reprieve from life\'s
clenched fist, and
it\'s ruthless apathy.
Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it\'s snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.
I\'m always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.