astute perceptions

Of all the gracefull maidens that magic made of all the beautiful imagery that this land has worn of all the intoxicating glasses of wine flowing of the added fact that i was born, of all the curved lanes that life's shown of all the strange people that i've known of all the others who've been so nice of all the people who call earth, their abode what do i conclude, i think, sometimes is it simple, it is complex, terninal, benign is it just about money, fame and luck or does it relay on joy, space and time? what happens when i give up, do i die right then for a minute, till the time i pick up my pen, isolate, gather, collect, fight all for meaning, i write....iwrite...

after a looooooooooong rush through designer jeans, tees, shirts n boots that i relalise now, did little else then stroke my ego and my self, and as this very dawn dawned i chose to clear my head, gave away my clothes, oldest comfy jeans, white linen shirt and shoes two old tees, one black business suit, black shoes, leather, and comfy loafers i wear no need, no desire, no zeal anywhere, m trendiest to myself now, then i've ever been, f*** thy fashion, i wear best my skin.