LOW

by Grey Ajurahck   Jul 3, 2007


At what point
do we relinquish
our dreams
and settle for
mere existence
in gray realms
of the mundane?

Shall we despair
as every last remnant
slips slowly away?

It is now more than ever
that we must
seize the day.

December 30, 1993

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