Sitting on a toilet I have no time. Taking up space That is not mine.
Always hunting A place to be; Your expectations Are never me.
I've dreamed of life Upon the moon. I've dreamed of living The silver spoon.
I think of life In mountain caves, And envy the safety Of being brave.
If I live on Ten thousand years, Look in this spot I'll still be here.
The longing ache; A woman's breast. To lay down my head For eternal rest.
Seeking refuge; There's none outside me. But will I find it With none inside me? |
1 comment:
Actually, I did start writing this while on the toilet.
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