Blahsphemy

The answers are already there. For the questions that are never asked. That's how life goes on.  

Forgotten lies all painful memories  Only to resurface again like nuclear submarines Threatening everything that is fragile

Try forcing that poem out It's like a cock laying an egg Keep pushing till kingdom come

Spiders crawl all over you Still I confide my secrets without fail For you are the web    

When the curtain falls everyday.  We both play our parts to perfection We are a happy tragedy. 

My brain has cliched, exclaimed the writer. For whatever I write sounds familiar. Every word I choose has been used before. Everything is cliched, even my eyes, my tongue, my skin, my body. I have seen it all, tasted it all, felt it all. The whole world is cliched.  That's new, exclaimed the critic.  A cliched world.  Wow, you are a genius chanted the crowd.        

I am this, I am that. I was this, I was that. A time comes when all that will pass. Like water under the bridge to nowhere. Some times you are the nut. At times the wrench. Never a bolt that latched on to the truth. Deep down we are all something, something that no one realizes. A fast bike, a crazy song, rich man's perfumes and what not. They don't define you my friend. You are just another face in the crowd.