Shadows of my poetic youth.

[kerrison]

We live day to day and
Minute to minute.
Without regard to the past’s future.
It is illusion, guiding us
Leading us blindly along
And stringing us out
Like a junkie, we
Crave definition.
Fight unbeatable battles for the mere
Confirmation of self
Satisfaction is twisted into
Desire. Glittering like an
Unreachable star.
It is our itch. Our plague. Our Burden.
Like cats after tails, we chase after
The definition of us:
Begging to be told
Who We Are.