addictions

it's possible
everything is an addiction.
forced to dance like leaves
in the wind. even writing
this is my addiction. even
you reading
this is an addiction
to syntax and nonsense
that in some way makes you
feel o.k. about the fact that you have
control over nothing.

it's not easy for me to accept
but whose to say i am entitled
to live a life better
than a child forgotten by the world
in some distant land. the commercials
and the media will try to convince
you other than wise.

oh but what great burden is lifted
and replaced by one unbearably light
when even 'you know too soon
there is no sense in trying' is
something very capable of dying.