Walk, don’t run

For a feeling of freedom often finds distress abounding
and a sense of daring seeks a release of all resounding
in the quick and dreary mind of futures fated fortunes
lies a prediction of undreamt pasts unlived and unloved

to be Death in all that is wanton and wished for, dreamed
a clear vision of the spilled viscera of unmet hopes schemed
and we butchers making sausage from the ever flowing gore
but the chore of life marches on, the tireless martinet

Run! Don’t walk, do you think this is a play?
say what you will, of all this dreary parsody
a comedy, yes! but nevertheless, in a dramatic way

then say you now, speak of what you really want to say
don’t hold back, but say it wrong and you’ll rue the day
then a slap on the face and a short walk off a long pier
know that words and pens are mightier than the sharpest swords,
we gaily run to throw ourselves on them every hour, of every day

About Jason

I am a 31 year old programmer living in the south of France. I currently work actively in the fields of Ruby/PHP/Javascript and server/website administration.
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