A PLAY ON A PLAY ON WORDS

 

When the tides changeI'll be free To drown among my peopleIn the ancient lands of nowhereNowhere you would goWith a head upon my hatAnd feet upon my shoesIt's time to go insideTo surviveThe cold of the air conditioningIn my room it's harsh livingWith the lights turned off No one makes a soundExcept the pitter patter of my soulAcross the aluminum roof of my mindLike raindrops in your eyeAll you are is a blurred imageThoughts once clear Are now hard to seeI have to retrieve my telescopeJust to see youStill leaves me empty inside 'Cause I think it's my faultThat I have no ideaBut I don't know what to thinkOr where to beginSo I just sit and waitFor the tide to come in.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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