Monday, September 24, 2012
Stagnation
There is much beauty around but yet my eyes remain shut.
Much confusion in the mind, muddled with the day to day
This is what brings the artist down, the blinds of a horse that
steers the cart each day
Follow the carrot and continue to eat your oats.
You are such a good girl with a smack on the flank by a stinging whip each day.
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