Alternatives... Abstractions...

Alternatives... Abstractions...
Creations... Distractions...
I sniff my life away from the table line by line.
I don’t know if I like this game
I don’t know how long I’ll yet survive.
Let’s call this an experiment
Let me be.
No one care, so why should I.
No wishes, no thought
Nothing left inside.
Satisfaction by loss
Makes you gain.
Transient weakness as a salvation to me.
Everybody including me likes green color.
No one would like to admit
But we all pray to the dollar.
Intrigue... Passion...
Love... Reaction...
I cross the line between right and wrong
Ten times a day.
Born ones we all committed crime,
Too bad in mothers womb we can’t commit suicide.
We grow, developing our sense
And by the middle edge declare our confidence.
I am not sure how to respond to the feeling I have now.
I am scared to reveal what it might be.
Let’s call this an experiment
Let me be.



November 23, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov