THe NotebOOk
Friday, June 27, 2008
When all the world escapes me
i just pull up a chair
listen to the space between
and realize that's what i need
in the void i hear the noises
what i feign to listen to
in the everyday anyway
just trying to get by
Complacent, apathetic
to the never-changing all around
never notice, never see
the spark that becomes
When reading looks like a game
seeing more than black on white
but spectrum in eternity
alights upon my head
look for what it means
when it's just circles
finding the constant center-piece
All the time that i've spent here
been staring at the sun
until i sit and take the time
something i'll never know
only when we realize we're blind
can we ever choose to see
¶ 12:05 AM
