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October 12, 2007
A Short Study of a Tired, Uncaffinated Mind
life, poetry
I see the color but it does not touch me,
I feel the light but it is not warm.
All around me life swirls on
then with one look at me it's gone.
I have slept for many hours,
but they were not enough.
Now I live with grey-tinted glasses
separating me from the happy masses.
The music's notes sooth my senses,
I talk with my undemanding friends.
So I glimpse the balanced happiness,
but soon once more my mind will bend.
In this same life I could be all content,
I would talk and smile and stand up straight.
If only, for a time, my eyes were dusted with sand,
if only I were transported to a dream-filled land.
Posted by Trevor Savage at October 12, 2007 1:03 PM