Realization

A net of disappointment
A poorly planned web
A cruising contusion
Trying to delude myself
But it seems that I’m losing
I only inquire because I want something to inspire
I only retire because I want something to be born
Rather than expire
Unrealistic and idealistic-----perhaps
Stunned by the real shit---that’s been thrown into my lap
Untold unfriendly escapades scalded by a sadistic sun
Elevate me to a new now that doesn’t clamp to my limps
Like a trip