Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford

There seems no point to this.
Some try their hardest -
They toil to build a throne.
Hours are spent
But, still, there are absent links.
Upon arrival of these prodigalities
The throne begins to topple.
Carefully choreographed
Passages of rehearsed perfection
Are slowly turned around,
Broken down -
Crippled to walk no more.
There must be some point to this
If only it would show.
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