tomorrow, or not

tomorrow, or not an iota of hope has less value than a grain of sand; a million more as useless as one. unable to justify even one credible motive to bid the moon good night or greet the morning star. awareness of an aberration which dwells within, provides no ease. it erupts, from inside; insanity attacks normality in the eerie psycho-cockfight, inside my head. 03-24-11 ©tlp 2011 Original: (named psycho-cockfight) an iota of hope has less value than a grain of sand, a million more is ever as worthless, as one. unable tojustify even one credible motive to bid the moon good night or greet the blazing sun. awareness of an aberration, which dwells within, provides no ease. it tries to kickout, frominside; insanity attacks normality in an eerie, psycho-cockfight inside my head. 10-01-10 ©tlp 2010