Too Little and Too Late

Clinging to an existential view;
it makes you feel so educated.
Following the twists and turns
of just one man who claimed
to feel the real philosophy.

How long now, has it been
since Sartre died...? And still,
the twists and turns of all his
labyrinths of great depression
live. When in the end, the
only thing that he created
was just another way to live
within the loneliness of life
that never loved.

The defense shatters,
more and more. For there,
the melting darkness
of the shadows all come real.
As fearfully, you venture through
the door to the unknown.

Too little, and too late -
he called her name...

? Michaelette ?

4/17/2002
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