She thinks...
Scaling up those walls she thinks
I could climb on forever
Even if I never reach the top
It's the going down that scares me
Marching down the road she thinks
I could walk on forever
Even if I never get to the end
It's the turning back that haunts me
Chipping at the wood she thinks
I could wield this axe forever
Even if the wood runs out
It's the putting down that numbs me
Punching at the keys she thinks
I could dial this number forever
Even if the battery runs out
It's the picking up that freezes me
Peeling at the layers she thinks
I could skin these forever
Even if the flesh runs out
It's reaching the core that worries me
Sucking at the straw she thinks
I could drink like this forever
Even if the bottle runs dry
It's the filling up that scares me
Striking up the matches she thinks
I could light up like this forever
Even if there’s no friction left
It's the empty air that disarms me
4 comments:
Well articulated.
Just a stray thought: All of us inherently can invent, how many of us can re-invent?
very very interesting, i must say
totally cool!
It's the turning back that haunts me......AND..Even if the battery runs out
It's the picking up that freezes me... reaching the core that worries me....that's like worrying about the death moment.....wow,Who are you ? Been around your blogs but his one just got me.
what do you do in real life?Great writing , kinda connected with me totally.Lemme guess, you must creative director in some shitty agency writing Nirma.I hope not.Write a novel,you'r brilliant..inspired john
Thanks all for the comments.
And Anon, no am not a burnt out creative director with a shitty agency. Try print journalist making inroads into television? :-)
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