Wednesday, 7 October 2015

and then he comes a knocking

Feel like a thief
when it's the fox that stole the chickens
feel like a liar
when the slogans came from the politicians
feel like a murderer
when its redtape that's cutting through my vein
Feel like I'm crazier
when its other who are insane
feels like a whirl wind
on a bright summers day
feels like its raining
in the middle of the desert of decay
feels like the same words
being masticated in dismay
who is it for what is it to do
how long do we have
how ong is it for
who will want to know
what does it matter if it does show
feels like a maze when i am standing on an empty street
feels like the bubble burst because of someone elses tweet
feels like an echo when its a baby's first yawn
feels like the end when it has only just got to dawn

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