All you ever know of me,
Are these unrequited verses,
Words and paradigmatic plays,
Of imagination and it's curses,
I'm a shell inside a dictionary,
Prophetic prose, all withstanding,
Any real toying of sincerity,
Who knows where my aim is landing?
I'm a measure of my latest fix,
To throw darts I've made of paper,
Maybe some may even stick,
But I'll live to regret it later,
I wish I wasn't such a vacuum,
I'd hope to change this torrid path,
But this is all I'll ever be,
Words that someday, will all pass.