0630 HRS 12TH JULY 2012

When things fall apart

The centre cannot hold.

What is the centre?

Was it an invisible bond?

Some people call Love?

Was it a creation

of an offspring

the product of?

Or was it

just a means

to an economic end?

And when the end

has exhuasted

its productive usefulness

there is precious

little left

but the joyous

childhood

that fills

the dreaded vaccuum

of our lives

Just what is

the centre?

Is it another

delusion?

Did we create

a life

to live

our lie?

Even if it is

a painful lie

Should it

go on?

What value

does it bring

if we choose

either path

What consequences

does it bring

Can we bear

the cost

of our failures?

Or maybe

the product of our failure

is doomed anyway.

Should I hang around

long enough

to find out?