Saturday, September 21, 2013

someone reminds us
about our shadows on the wall someone hears the music but no one is dancing

someone remembers what we were when we were still small where no one minds
where no one takes us seriously like a nail to the hammer

someone hides away from us and leaves a note that he is collecting shells
and gathering leaves

someone misses us so badly but we are drinking to the noise and dancing to the
beat of sticks and belts

we don't remember that someone anymore
his name does not sound like the names our parents gave us

yes we forget because we do not agree about how life should be spent
in a closed container

someone says he is contained and soon shall be exploding
like what we have been keeping too inside our minds.

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