barricade's blog: "Poetry"

there's so much there,

awaiting us to look around, and grasp it.

But we sit, and stare.

and stare, and sit.

And it passes us by

day after day after similar day.

And one day we'll wake up

20 30 40 50 60 70 80 90 dead.

5 seconds later is too fucking late.

Motivation seems leagues beneath us,

unobtainable.

It's all so intangible.