Caricamento in corso...

the walk

in this globe i am alone
or they are in a globe
with different rules,
ideas and plans
no cracks get in the way
of the making of ones life
to busy to see that the light is green
or that the sun is in your eyes
with all the lies, who could tell
that you were just crying
in the back seat of the car
 —not very far
we were shopping
for ambulance lights
and all the whistles we could find
taping them to birds
to send the signal out
no reply is all we had
no sight of the vision
made it very unclear
for who could walk a tight
rope with out seeing it?

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