Going Nowhere

//Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere

I can’t stop and look at the boy
All covered in flies
So I push away the image from my mind
Rushing from here to there

The only thing it’s safe to feel
Is anger and a heavy meal
Some wine
And well, it’s eating up my mind

I heard a noisy god.
It seems there’s nothing left to say.
I heard a silent man.
Who needs books anyway.

The windows of the store where I used to live
Have been broken by ghosts,
Who walk hand in hand.
Or just feel alone.

And now my skin’s a bit dry.
My pen’s still lying there.
I still can’t tell where I’m going.
And my eyes are just the same.

By | 2010-01-11T06:58:45+00:00 January 20th, 2008|Zen|0 Comments

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