Saturday, July 6, 2013

Loose change and the curb you call home

I'm falling so fast,
I can't keep up.
It doesn't matter,
that's just my luck.
Was it always this dark in here?
I don't remember this...
It's not the same.
Seems that time just drifts away..
Floats from me,
Flees from me,
and then it's gone.
Out of reach, out of sight.
This darkness hurts my eyes.
It's so dim in here, it burns and stings,
I'll close them for now, and I'm hearing things.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the shadows dance?
Can you feel them slap your hands?
I'm it? I can't be it. I've never been it...
I don't want to play.
Please someone, turn on the light?
I open my eyes, and again I'm alone.
Where is everyone? Have the shadows run home?

Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?
Can I use your phone?
What do you mean, 'for what'?
to call someone, anyone!
They should really know where I am...

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