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

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