POETRY – PHILOSOPHY


No Moss

I now perceive a repeating pattern, visibly emerging daily more clear,
For already I feel the enclosing clutches, proceeding slowly towards me.
Strange isn’t it, how wherever you go, after the brief honeymoon period,
There comes the shackling introductions & egotistical ideas,
That entice one to dally, a little longer than one should.
For they seem to manifest themselves, in different successive guises,
Perhaps mirroring what is & what should be, inversely or otherwise.