SPECTRES OF MY MIND
Sometimes i wish my words would not reverberate within me.
Do we feel
Do we or do we not ?
when eyes look at cruelty but look the other way
When hands stretch to support but never make it the whole way
The pretence of everyone else being a robot, and ignoring their reactions unfazedThe day dreaming of watches with magic, a button for giant, a button for tinyThe happy faces for a balloon.The happy faces of the hopefuls swinging their…
The pretence of everyone else being a robot, and ignoring their reactions unfazed
The day dreaming of watches with magic, a button for giant, a button for tiny
The happy faces for a balloon.The happy faces of the hopefuls swinging their…