2002-09-27

Nothing is wrong
Yet everything is missing
Tried to wrap my arms
Around the problem
But met the air alone
Looking kind of funny
In my head
Holding myself
Yet perhaps there is more
In this little picture
Then I first thought
Perhaps
I am the problem
And I need to change
Perspectives like socks
The old view had gotten
To rank to go on
Time to wash
With the soap of new thoughts
Rinsing off the old ideas and beliefs
So they may be recycled later
When the time comes
That they are necessary again

~Matt Magus

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