Saturday, December 27, 2014

ship of fools

We kept our promises and our secrets
The silence made for a decisive ride
Every turn
premeditated
Every acceleration
calculated
Moving fast is the way we like it
Not having to think about things
is the door prize of living dangerously
Thriving like morning-glory
under these laughable conditions
But when we slow down or come to a stop
It all rushes in like water through a hole in the hull on the ship of fools




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