ROGUE STATE
I’m in a Rogue state of bliss
two handed I ask you
why do you think about the
running of the planet
when you cannot
be here in the end
but only then shall you see it
to the end of all lanes where
the retread lies
in the road against the
tree’s youthful glen.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 