My head held painfully low, as I make way to my next scheduled appearance in life’s social show. Tears flow when I’m alone, the city buildings hammer it home, silent reminders, silent cautioners, silent barricades.
Sold it to the wish for a reason.
The heart the lungs, Hyde Park, the middle of city is nearing, spirits raise, dreams begin to bubble and I sweat to admit I’m an emotional expresser for my immediate environment, a sieve.
I’m still here though my pen to this paper tells me so.
The sun is rising on another day I’m walking to where I have to be,
I’m walking the suns rising I take another step, the light in the lamp above me flickers on and off catching my eye, reminding me of sally’s lights that light her garden at night.
Everything in this world reminds us of us, there are so many colours in the haze of the morning sun.
The wish has made itself known.
I’m still here though my pen to this paper tells me so.
For a reason on another day I’m walking to where I have to be, my head held painfully low tears flow when I’m alone. The heart the lungs I take another step, a sieve I sweat, to take another step.