Sunday, October 22, 2006

nothing but wall

Distant voices, I call out to thee.
Flashlight beams, keep me blinded
Through the days that come and go
And I keep on running to and fro
Feeding, nesting, scaling doors,
Doin stupid math and silly chores.
Lost in traffic I just wont see
That space in the picture that coulda been me.

But when the days keep you out
And theres too much hiss ‘n shout
And then suddenly they all make sense
- I get what they’re about.
I wonder if they all were true,
Wonder if you knew them too,
Did you ever think you’d bet on ‘em?
‘n paint the cows blue?

7 comments:

NAB said...

i thought i knew what it was about...but now i am confused...

Weatherman said...

bah! no pictures either? hate it when people grow up!

NAB said...

i wasn't trying to grow up. just watching my back.

Weatherman said...

been doing it a lot lately. Cant blame u. Guess I'm doing the same; just that it isnt much fun this way.

NAB said...

yea...got comments about how I "flaunt myself" on the internet...

don't want to give anyone that chance ever again.

bodda said...

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Anonymous said...

hey amit! how are ya? i could probably mail ya... but somehow i am drawn to this. what has been keeping you busy these days... had a lil chat with Razik the other day...