By Crystevin
Date: 30 June 1999

Toll

Like so many times before
i slam the door.
crawling deep into
my safest place
leaving no trace
or clues
for my departure.

Screaming voices
of discernment
decide amongst themselves
the next destination.

Unkempt files
in the encyclopedic mind
are shredded
leaving no evidence
like so many 
erased memories.

Radical change
vs status quo
without democracy
for the heart and soul.
The candidates
never change
while energizer bunny
attempts at love
are draining,
unrechargeable
unrelenting
unavoidable
leaving escapism
and cynicism
to take their toll.