THOUGHTS...

Through the haze of smoke
I find myself lost
Gloating in my past
Trying to live the perfect life.

A life
That goes on and never ends
Towards the infinite that it tends
Careful, at times, reckless
Slow, at times, breathless
In an ultimate effort to evade the fears.

A life
Full of patches
Uneven edges
Torn stitches
Faded threads
In an ultimate effort to make the perfect(!) collage.

It is this life that I live
Hopes, false hopes, far flung hopes
Yet I believe!