Monday, May 23, 2005

on learning

I never learned. Yes, I never learned.

For damn long years, I would end this way,

empty-handed, nothing at my grasp,

like a fragile bottle with only air inside.

I like to weep but my eyes are dry.

I like to shout but my voice don't resound.

I like to sprint but my feet are calloused.

I like to go peacefully but I'm always restrained.