Reach Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

Who I am reaching out to?
Words thrown, their properties under buses at the depot
As if I'm forgetting the importance of death consciousness
As if the lack of this thought fosters future plans

Why do I complicate this?
Cheated by my power of choice bequeathed
Chosen are Patterns; Aversion from the degrees of discomfort
I am found oft ignoring all the vast splendors indirectly

Symbolized by the wavering construct
This paucity drives the need for individuals
Ones that use their heart to decide
Ones in which you cannot divide

3/21/12