terminus
a poem about [the illusion of] success
Terminus Show me success, And I’ll close my eyes I’ve chased it enough To know that I’m wise Immune to deception Conceptions of reality Pull from our senses To promise pretenses Simulating gratification In vicarious vacations Steal joy and imagination For a little reprieve They make you believe Open doors to your dreams Win space in the race To evade self-esteem Before you begin, You can leave me behind - The train with no track Is the end of the line From that hell I can tell you There’s nothing to find But a grave of lost time And the lost peace of mind You still hold in your hands If you’d just understand... I know you won’t listen And think it’s contrived - Just write me a postcard When you’ve arrived. -Christina Q.