Direction
Am I moving
We're approaching some place
Montrose I think
I can barely read it
My eyes are on the blink
I see no proof that the tube is moving
There is an engine,
At the front I think
But the blackness is hiding
Behind the invisible barrier
Lights-are-a-comin
Bing-bing “we are now…
Who cares lets go to hawai”
My eyes open,
Pure lovely-ness waving me goodbye
The orchestra in my mind
Plays “sunshine”
Irony floods through my veins,
And into my organs,
Cancer! But the song goes
“im calm, a little more confident.”
Copyright © Chris Grundy | Year Posted 2012
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