IDK BOXED IN

Reading a review of poems from Nassau and Suffolk poem review I noticed a poem Beginning with a line from William. It goes a little something like this. "May those in favor with their stars question starlight's gentle glow, DUDE, Even rooftop gardens can grow cold and rude." Also poor kids. Which goes like "Booze and cigarettes, pot and crack, heroin and meth, what fun, that kind of death."

Walking down the street on a cold black Friday morning i notice a biker riding very fast along the road as my chaffed butt struggles keeping on moving along to go to the shop. IN the back of my mind i am reminded of kirkengaurd and his writing about secular life. Within this frame of thinking i am reminded we all might die so take care of each other.

"The ability to ask this question—the question of what we ought to do with our time—is the basic condition for what I call spiritual freedom."