purposeless
Blissful (Photo credit: Emre Ergin)
sometimes i feel
like i don’t care
about the story
or dream i’m in
or any of the people
who populate
the MultiPlex of
my interactions with Other Beings…
if such Creatures exist
if it weren’t for the intermittent Echo
of unfamiliar voices in my head or on the net
i’d swear that i was
by my lonesome
and then
the question arises
if I truly AM Alone?
who will be my playmates
and tell me stories
I never would have dreamed of
or imagined?
who would cut me off in traffic to remind me
to be on Guard
for my Serenity?
purposeless,
that’s what i’d BE
maybe
Blissful
but Purposeless nonetheless
agnewpickens 