czwartek, 19 lipca 2012

Night table


On my night table, there is a ring
That was supposed to join forever
A thrown bracelet will ting
A necklace that may sever


On my pillow there rest my dreams
That meant to finally come true
A specked window pane seems
To shadow what is right due

I watch but I can't see
I know but can't take in
Have name, but no ID
Have conquered, but never win

I should have done so many things so far
I could have gone around  the world
I needn't have spent my youth in a bar
I must have been stone cold


I pick my plastic pride from the pocket
And get some happiness instead
But there's that notion, seems to rocket
If you sow nothing, what can you get


(to be continued)

Brak komentarzy:

Prześlij komentarz