Adam Smith - Dragonpoe - Poetry, Zen, And Other Musings.

Blitz I play alone I play hard stone My heart is pumping between my bones I am so dry as dry as the desert itself There is money involved in the mix I am hard leathered self Why? Why me? Every chosen one seeks for an answer The certainty of things is like a mind’s cancer I beg you please don’t stop My mind is full but my body is still sturdy I am heavy with the thought But God, oh God I know there is an end to the misery of self Once the universe treats me right I will awaken to be a normal man in-between hordes of sleeping zombies Adam Prockstem Smith