this is actually a poem. that i like a whole lot. its not my favorite. what do yall think.
wavy lines subdue the forces that attract them.
round-about in a circular motion,
we traverse down the path to entitlement.
one step behind tomorrow,
doing anything to catch up to the future:
these elliptical moments,
they've been shattered by the essence of time.
And reality is held in the
calloused hands of the proud beggar,
close to his heart-- a makeshift proclamation to the masses-- this cardboard sign that holds
all the meaning that he has ever known:
"you would've done the same"