Monday, 30 August 2010

drop box

looking for something
in every corner of the room
then outside
with the wind on my face

strange looks
when i asked for the way

i thought i had arrived
but i was walking in a circle

an old sign warned me to open the box

but when i did
i could not hear, could not see

there are no islands
where you can sit and breathe

when i thought i was quicker
the lizzard escaped my hands

sleeping all day with my eyes open
walking all night

and when you run again
i will be as quick as you

we will meet here
and remember those days gone by