Like Icarus waiting for his wings
hoping to one day fly to the sun
Quasimodo waiting to ring the bells,
signalling a new day has begun
Diogenes, with lantern in hand,
still searching for the honest man
with arms grown weary and eyes filled with tears
as he wanders, a ghost, in the streets of Athens...
Searching for Dr. Livingstone, i presume
or Marie Curie ?
( i hear she glows in a dark room)
Inspiration and collaboration;
both come and go too soon,
the jostling and hustling, the eternal bustling
of people needing their own space,
looking for elbow room...
Like Crusoe with no Friday,
a lonely jester holding court
the echoes of his bitter laughter
are the only retorts
Played this game so long
he has come to know his part
but that doesn't mean he has to like the play
Who wrote the damn thing, anyway?...
(11-01-10)
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