Eluding the prying eyes
in the corridors at work
Suspiciously keen concern
I assure you I'm doing fine
Mouthing the obvious
when there's nothing of avail to say
Awkward and strangely behaving
am I betrayed
Day by day
fade away
I try to kick
some life into this
frailed crippled mind
of
mine
it's a waste of time
Drifting into a dream
to the sound of falling rain
Swans gliding quietly
on a lake there in the sun
I'm at my wits reserve
I don't know what to do
Should I just stay in bed
or get up before
it's too late
Day by day
fade away
I try to kick
some life into this
frailed crippled mind
of
mine
it's a waste of time
Eluding the prying eyes
in the corridors at work
Trees swaying gracefully
in a storm outside my door
I'm at my wits reserve
I don't know what to do
Should I just stay in bed
or get up before
it's too late