Worn out shoes in a worn out neighbourhood
threatening lines of coloured emptiness
an open mind but deliberately isolated just the same
gloomy
understanding of the indulgent pain
of loneliness
You stretch out the hand, but the fingers are bend
reflecting grey darkness
carefully bordered by the last remains of childhood
a flash of understanding
as the lens is uncovered
dies, but lives on
with a dizzy head, but
ready for everything
