It’s been almost a year
A whopping wasteful year
And I’m here
Again.. looking around
Smelling the ground
And waiting for sound
Any sound, a sound of something, a heart breaking, a kite sailing, a dream taking flight, a rowdy night…. but I hear nothing so great.
Those cool types are talking and planning and standing
At their desks, so evolved
While my toes are curling and my arches are aching and all my extra coins are stuffed into my shoes.
But I’m meant to be grateful, bow my head and say Thank You
While they tower above and draw plans in the sky
And I’m meant to smile widely, open my arms to them widely and spread thinner and thinner until nothing is there
No me will be there,
Just a shell filled with air
Which is all that they need, they don’t really need me and they really don’t care.
So I slip out the back on my hobbling feet
I slip from their grasp of my well defined seat
And I with no fear
Boldly walk out of here
Because what are great voices, to absent ears?