I've noticed you seem to be quiet
Involved only within your work...
I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...
Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...
On a sunny day, with skies of Blue.
She straightens her hair and fastens her shoes...
My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...
When that little wheel in my head is going
all pens are dried out, no paper in sight...
That time again,
The time that keeps spinning...
Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...
I have a friend
that is way different from others...
Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...
Walking around, hollow empty,
All I feel is sorrow, nothing...
Standing in your shoes
looked at life through your eyes...