(no subject)
There’s a wandering
of my mind
Like the traveller
of my soul
I have moved
over the cities
only nomads know
and when we sat beside
that moment
dipping our feet
into the minutes
...made our toes
wet with a creeping
clock of intimidation
and I’m trying to
dry myself off
from the dampness
that’s sticking
dripping
a puddle right beside me
big enough
to skip rocks
and make ringlets
sweep at the edges...
I’m married
to my ways
like a widow
to death’s shadow
and it’s hard to change
the pace
I’d explain
but it’s shallow
and so...so
so
I play to the
wandering
of my mind
like the traveller
of my soul
and I’ve danced
with the nomads,
we have all seen each other before....
of my mind
Like the traveller
of my soul
I have moved
over the cities
only nomads know
and when we sat beside
that moment
dipping our feet
into the minutes
...made our toes
wet with a creeping
clock of intimidation
and I’m trying to
dry myself off
from the dampness
that’s sticking
dripping
a puddle right beside me
big enough
to skip rocks
and make ringlets
sweep at the edges...
I’m married
to my ways
like a widow
to death’s shadow
and it’s hard to change
the pace
I’d explain
but it’s shallow
and so...so
so
I play to the
wandering
of my mind
like the traveller
of my soul
and I’ve danced
with the nomads,
we have all seen each other before....