Two Ninety-Six Point Thirty-Three
I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I can.
I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I dare not to.
I've spent years wondering--
I've kept my head in the clouds,
Or in books,
Or under the sheets
To be anywhere but here.
There must have been times when I've been elsewhere
But right now, I forget.
Copyright © Anamika N | Year Posted 2012
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