In my ears and into my heart
Catching words in a net till it bulges
Like stepping, calculated, to the edge of a building
Ten stories up, one inch forward
Then lurching backward off the face of the skyline
Spinning and stars in black blushing blue
I am so small and so clean
In a big, filthy world
Shell-shocked by the slightest smudge
Proud of that fact
I hope to preserve that
Wash around me, sit close on the subway
Live in the apartment above my own
But you cannot touch me
I take it in, I observe
I would like to understand
But stop—one step short of open
One step short of embracing it my own
See me, if you’d like, because I see you
That is what life is for
You do yours and I’ll do mine
No comments:
Post a Comment