Strings Of Life Poem by Tarek Hmaidan

Strings Of Life



Struggling only complicates things
Day dreaming of that momment that never seems to come or has past when turn our heads to greed and lust.
So we become puppets
And wait for some unkown from the unkown
only to have strings holding us up and playing that drama we call life. On a stage we call fantasy.

Monday, December 12, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy,greed,lust
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