in their world
i'll be honest.
i keep you awake because i'm afraid of the noise under my skin,
the imitation from beyond the glaze of a 42 storey hotel room.
turnstiles and brief cases, recessions and healthy life choices;
breed one another
into a monotonous face.
of that pale new born
born into skylines of shrapnel;
tourmaline night and butter bean stars.
thats the difference between us and their world;
tricked into currents of apathy and current affairs, they give up in the face
of their freedoms
YOU ARE READING
in your world
Poetry:: you were lost in your world and i couldn't find the way in my own ::
