Monday, July 16, 2012

Ahora mismo

The dreary companionship of forced,
acquaintances in a valley of solitude;
Sometimes comforting,
Sometimes depressing.

The closed opinions of empty,
minds on a crest of achievement;
Always distressing,
Often infuriating.

The mechanical motion of hard,
workers in capitalistic prisons;
To some Awe-full,
To me awful.

Hopeful dreams are turning desperate,
Are they even dreams anymore?
Soft illusions of a painted future,
Are disappearing fast, Invisible now.