Residues

Drifting nowhere
Rotating ever
In a perspective of impotence
Life's stripped of importance

If a stork strays away from its course
Will it still reach its destination point?
Will it remain happy along the way?
And confronts handily challenges' sway?

Is there something wrong?
Behind the facade of superficiality
Comfort in banality
One among the faceless throng.....

When libertarianism is thrown at the nearest cliff
And big brother emerges from the bottomless pit
Will perspective careen and sideswipe
So dear and precious my life?

Circa 2005