Paralysed
Paralysed
Chandeliers hanging from the skies
Purple books within which you start all rhymes
Faded walls that drift away or when you push them they slide
Take this piece of bread and eat it but don’t ever let them see you try
Windmills circle glowing like electric neon signs
St Patrick’s Day is the day that you held out and became so wise
A Fishes eyes looked at you with no surprise on hook demise
Sometimes you know when it’s coming so behave yourself in lies
The matador waves his red cape and you run because you can’t hide so rise
In the stars you see all of the past and a glimpse of you and it makes tears in those eyes
A light bulb flies by you and in the confusion it starts again and you wake legs paralysed.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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