View From the Blue Room ~ Main Street

The sunlight filters through a century of dust
caught within the imperfections
of a lead glass window
much like all the thoughts
that attempt to catch up to me
at end of day...

is it any wonder I think I'm losing my mind?

he flies by on a skateboard
first red, then blue
then the yellow of yesteryear
passing each colored pane
as though he is carving his way through my history.
I raced like that once
on my uncle's banana board
back when I believed I could do anything
and even scraped and bloody knees wouldn't stop me
I really did believe it!

is it any wonder I'm so pissed off?

I feel as though the entire world has evolved
just to prove my incompetency...
every mistake, every blunder
imprinted at the front of my eye
leaving me forever looking through it
but never figuring anything out
distorting my entire impression
of what I want, who I am
There used to be so many things
alas...my list grows ever shorter
and we've not accomplishment to blame.

Here come's another one
She's been walking this same stretch of Main Street
every night, at the same time, for twenty years
She was there when I left
and here she is again at my forced return.
That scares me...right down to my bones
How the hell am I supposed to change anything
knowing my prison will always be waiting?



View at From The Blue Room by Natasha Head

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