Noah Trist

October 2, 2003 - Melbourne

my daydream

I am this daydream
Otherwise i am no more
What was concrete now mush
As i float down the river of my guilty estrangement

The trees always loom over me,
Despite the fact I am their creator.
The sticks in my way
Break in impact
Meaningless bracing of my journey

A shell of what came before,
A crooked brick in the backs of others.
My only relief will be my journeys end
But until then I bumped into the river's edge.

The drowning swallows me,
But I thirst for more.
I slide down the waterfall
To the same doom as my epitome
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