Tuesday, September 16, 2008

LAG

This humour of mine seems to oscillate
As a result of all these broken layers of thought
A rightful exercise of mind should be the answer
Or should it?
It feels as though a bright light is shining
and has been left hanging in the ceiling
Leading me to the opposite direction I should be heading
That is why silence comes so beckoning
And the admiration so profound
And when I begin losing all hope
That is when
My head keeps moving forward
While my feet are soiled to the ground


2 comments:

Madeira Inside said...

You're feet should go forward with you're head!!!! :)

Sam said...

Deixe-se de ondas!!! Tás é a precisar de trabalho no lombo!!! LOL. ;)