I am just a boy...
walking around in circlesfrightened of my own shadow
some days i can hear the echo
of every footstep i ever made
and as the cold glass cylindrical walls
forever grow taller
my life slowly condensates
and if by chance i should open my eyes
and see the reflection of all my dreams
i wonder who i am
and how i ever came to be
i have never been king of the sum of my worth
just a collection of bruised memories
waiting for the moon to command the tide
to return me back - to the sea.
© Rik - 23/03/2007
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 03:25
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