23 February 2015

A meaningless pursuit,
A disposable pleasure,
A notch in the bedpost,
Standing on the other side of the coin,
Doe eyed and fueled with anticipation,
As flawed as can be,
Armed with a graceful leap of faith,
Only to be met with a crashing tumble,
Like dying a million deaths in a dream,
Only to be shaken to callous wakefulness,
Again and again and again.