Standing on this street,
Anonymous shadows fading out of sight
Indistinctive voices waving in and out
I become silent to the many heart beats,
But my own, skipping between seconds,
A frozen time, a conscious self finally awoken
I look at a moving cloud,
An awareness of lightness,
To see that am floating through space
Below I see, a man in a black suit
My unmoving body within time,
Oblivious to the passing blurry faces
And so, he speaks to me, asking,
"Who's there to love?"
"Who's there to care?"
That suddenly, I fall fast,
Back into my flesh and bones,
Just before the lights hit green
Across I see, an elderly lady,
In the road, just before she is sent flying,
By an SUV, to the other world of silence
And then, distinctive whispers,
"Who's there to love?"
"Who's there to care?"
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Standing on this street,
Anonymous shadows fading out of sight
Indistinctive voices waving in and out
I become silent to the many heart beats,
But my own, skipping between seconds,
A frozen time, a conscious self finally awoken
I look at a moving cloud,
An awareness of lightness,
To see that am floating through space
Below I see, a man in a black suit
My unmoving body within time,
Oblivious to the passing blurry faces
And so, he speaks to me, asking,
"Who's there to love?"
"Who's there to care?"
That suddenly, I fall fast,
Back into my flesh and bones,
Just before the lights hit green
Across I see, an elderly lady,
In the road, just before she is sent flying,
By an SUV, to the other world of silence
And then, distinctive whispers,
"Who's there to love?"
"Who's there to care?"
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