BOX? (or Thoughts I Wish I Didn't Have The Volition To Think But I Already Thunk Them TOO Much)

Did you ever have that feeling, like you were trapped inside a big glass box that no one but you could see, but none-the-less you have no where to go??


Someone once told me that poets were crazy, the looneys, the daft. Someone once told me to put down the pen.....so I did.


Poem

Someone told me long ago
That I should go away
Put six-pence on the bedside table
go greet the brand-new day

And if I leave and let you sleep
And the blue sky falls
If thats the way it really ends
I will have spoiled it all

And she said she loved me
But I never was a trusting man
Lord she said she really loved me
I never was a trusting man

- fin -