Its 6:01, Farringdon Platform 1
Shattered souls craned necks
And twiddling thumbs.
The fool in the know.
The first to know; the last to accept it.
Here stood reflecting.
Silently condemning a life accepted
Reams of fleeces overground and understated.
Shrouded from sheering myself.
The fool in the know.
The first to know; the last to accept it.
How my hem has freyed
No, not from loft today
Through rubbing ankles under desks,
To metamorphose
To a child cocooned blanket bound
Rubbing ankles dreaming sound
I dream as the child dreamt
As a baby longed to feel
I long for what I have felt
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Its 6:01, Farringdon Platform 1
Shattered souls craned necks
And twiddling thumbs.
The fool in the know.
The first to know; the last to accept it.
Here stood reflecting.
Silently condemning a life accepted
Reams of fleeces overground and understated.
Shrouded from sheering myself.
The fool in the know.
The first to know; the last to accept it.
How my hem has freyed
No, not from loft today
Through rubbing ankles under desks,
To metamorphose
To a child cocooned blanket bound
Rubbing ankles dreaming sound
I dream as the child dreamt
As a baby longed to feel
I long for what I have felt