EVERCHANCE
I will wander haphazard, with ever
a chance of a landing to somewhere
good? I am lost amidst pointers and
maps galore? I read portents but miss
their allure; leading myself only astray.
Foreign lands of idiotic ideas and words
I do not recognize? Lost. Tired. Agreed:
Is this the ever-changing mark of a solid,
modern man? (I am sure that is not me).
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