Monday, 2 April 2012

Me

My body is long and thin
And full of veins that blood runs in
And my heart is a drum-box that is always beating
My stomach a monster that must be eating


My brain’s a tyrant that must be obeyed
Now, in an ambush of indecision, feels betrayed.
My self is a pool that the sun shines in
And my thoughts are ripples blown by the wind.

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