This is your house and you're
lying on the couch.
(understand: there is no house
and you are standing)
It is sunny and the yellow
walls wrap
Your tired mind with warmth
(you are outside looking in)
Freedom found, you play with
ideas of what next
(reminder: freedom's just
another word for nothing left)
A scuttling sound disturbs your
peace
And you must rise from your
dream
(this was your life last February)
For someone has taken off with
the bag
Which holds the goods: dry
socks, yesterday's bread, blanket, cigarettes
(you've taken up smoking again, what kills you less important now)
2 comments:
like the Beatle overtone (or should I say "The Silver Crickets"???)
enjoyed it, thank you
Thanks Craig...(just so you know, I moderate my comments, so you'll never see them right away)
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