Sunday, December 14, 2003

Plethora
Subdivisions of tolerance, a world gone to space
I sit and swear to change,
Relapsing to instinct from congeniality
My promise resides to sustain my goals
I will never forget those days...

We strangle our confidence in a pretentious zen
Surreal and sufficed to believe in success
I divide a faction while I unite a nation
With so much to do, I can't remember sobriety
I will never forget those days...

Is corruption a plague of sanctity?
Deliberation nominated over efficiency
Suspicious of suspicion and jealous of jealousy
This frenzy for emotion, a syndicate of efficacy
...but, will I remember these formalities?

posted by Adam @ 11:09 PM Comments: 0