A man, straight down the hill,
perfectly in the middle,
looking so small in the distance,
looking so foreboding in black suit,
arms stretched out and upward,
like a movie, like The Matrix,
over-powering the upside-down V
valley into which my spirit is shoved,
he knows all, terrifies all.
I am only a passenger
in a ship that is doomed,
rapidly traveling down,
down the valley,
preordained to self-sabotage,
to find him,
to crash,
to fail,
but I keep working so damned hard.
stillfugue 
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on June 17, 2011 - 9:32 am
Knowing the ship is doomed is insightful. Remaining aboard is kinda dumb.
#2 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:15 am
Easy, Carl, the seas are stormy!
#3 by sixthsymph on June 17, 2011 - 10:05 am
I think it’s important to keep working as damned hard as you can because your efforts may still bring some fruit before the ship sinks.
#4 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:16 am
I think you’re right and I hope so. Thanks for your comment!