Lunch is optional
Supper another thing
All together
Because at twilight
Hunger pangs erupt
And take over
The mind
Can think
Of nothing else
Until the stomach
Is satisfied
Life is a
Meaningless abstraction
This day began
In shambles
It will end
Along the same path
To be worthy
Of some award
Is to be in
Possession of Miracles
To know
Where things will go
Is to be in
A world not our own
Life never surrenders
Nor is it a good loser
We may pretend
Indifference
But we don't even
Fool ourselves
