pieces of thoughts
The hours pass by-
Or are they minutes?
I can't remember.
I need to find solace,
Need to find a place
Where my thoughts do not
Stand so cluttered-
Where the ones of you
Aren't so obvious.
Because my mind is just too big.
Sometimes my thoughts
Stand like a city
Full of skyscrapers-
The world seems smaller,
The sky seems lower
I can count the stars
(If they decide to shine).
And I continue to drown and
Drown, bound by these thoughts
That weigh me down
And I am avoiding being found.
Irritating, yes, but these
Thoughts never exhaust,
They only fire gunshots
Of more thoughts-
The bullets are branded `fool'
As I continue to spend
Too much time thinking
About things that do not matter-
Things that do not exist.
Yesterday's news always makes front page.
...And the hours pass by...
Carly Findlay,
August 2000