Control


I am a runner but I am no longer running;
I am a guitarist, but I no longer play;
I am a poet yet my verses are inadequate.
you know where this is going, but not I;
does anyone really know? Knowledge
is a fallacy, what lacks it, namely,
experience. The Coin of Experience

Lies on a table, its sides – pain and
pleasure; you flip it, awaiting an
answer, which one, you ask yourself?
we all wish for one more than the other
and rightly so. When I flip it, it falls
on neither side. I intervene, and
make it stand on edge.

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