Thursday 13 August 2015

Blurred lines

Clouds have cried their tears
Leaving me with blurred lines
I cannot see clearly for the smears
Everything seems dusted with grime
Windows fogged up with my breath
Cars driving past: could care less
Feeling trapped within time's death
No way of escaping this life's mess
Ah I wonder at this helplessness
Like a little child strapped within my seat
Fallen asleep with utter tiredness
Ah my face is glowing with its heat
The need for fresh air is overwhelming
Still I ponder, my thoughts do wander
Life is so amazing as I sit here squirming




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