Running Amuck
So many imaginary ropes
Pull me in all directions
But the one I should take
Like a dog on a morning walk
I run amuck
From one thing to another
Sniffing and tasting
Marking each site I go
Thinking this is it.
Distractions entice me
Like the temptations on the path to salvation
Like those things on sale
The more I buy the more I save
Like those get rich quick pop up flashy commercials
I want to have them all
And hoard like a squirrel before the winter
I pile up what I think I need
I think I am good at
What I would like do
But suffocate myself with noise
Never realizing the music of my essence
((*.*))
June 11, 2000
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