Supreme apathy, be my God;
Secure for me a name unknown;
Cast me not from thy earthly heaven;
Crown me with mediocrity.
All aspirations have I perceived and scorned,
Life's span no different than a single day.
Walk with me I pray, through fog and mist,
And bury me in the graveyard of forgetfulness.
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this is a hard poem man.
ReplyDeleteit flat-line's passion for life
and i wonder if we were like this how this would be. i like the poem mind you but it makes me crazy to think of apathy like this.
~robert