By kevin urenda
Date: 29 May 1999

curse

What the hell does it
all mean?
To wax poetic -
does it mean nothing more 
than a chore, wax on, wax off?
To seize the day -
does it mean I am supposed 
to wake the hell up and 
PAY ATTENTION?
To ‘find’ myself -
does it mean I was lost?

Perhaps it is better to be
blissfully ignorant like
so many in this world
oblivious to all the real
heartache and pain that
I have developed the
misguided belief that
I can do something about...

But I enjoy the turmoil
at least it keeps my life
interesting...

5/12/99