Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

Sadly For Ourselves


Searching for a Youthful Fountain
In the Distance, Arizona mountains
My soul is tainted; the sky is painted
orange and purple, red and pink
I know I'm blessed
but I'm depressed, I think...

The time I waste's the time I'm spending
We try to save each moment ending
Each life's a book half-written on the shelves
We become the person we're pretending
to be - with wounds slowly mending,
we're fucked, stuck fending
sadly for ourselves
sadly for ourselves

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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the line about become the person we're pretending to be i borrowed from Kurt Vonnegut, not word for word - - - it fit into the overall mood of the poem, and Vonnegut is brilliant, I hope if he were alive today he would like this-

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