Thursday, September 10, 2009

A ghostly whoosh and silent clicking of gears filled this night

And on and on we pushed,

Braving the dark and the pain,
Pushing past 35,
While trying to stay alive

Divided we were, but united we were,
When the need arises,
In a pack we roamed,
Holding out a hand,
For those that fell,
While on this quest.

Yet, egos are aboud,
We push against the boundaries,
They claimed we would fall,
But pushed we did,
Averaging 30,
We ended with fried rice....




Just trying my hand at awful poetry. LOL


Cheers from the,

Matrix