Thursday, November 08, 2007

"my people"

Running on empty,
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out.
Out of promise -
out of all hope
or just out the door
to above and beyond.
Beyond oblivion, reason,
beyond ambition, the boundaries
of what we thought we knew.
We knew all along,
but never let on,
we knew too much, yet
did too little, too late.
Little did we know,
better late than never
and a little goes a long way.
I'm longing to go
a long way away,
with anyone to anywhere.
So anyway, just watch us
running on empty,
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out...

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

that's a good poem.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007 2:32:00 am  
Blogger Marcus Woodrow said...

well, yeah. But why?

Monday, February 18, 2008 10:25:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Something nice on November 27. Go figure.

Saturday, July 04, 2015 8:58:00 pm  

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