I hear what’s happening
when I’m home alone
I don’t talk too much
the city moves around
running around in circles
spinning away from me.
It’s time for new visions
new plans populate my mind
I live by the windows
no one by my side
all alone all evening
alone when it starts.
My life in buildings
everything is clear
revealing itself now
new shades and new lights
same hues of night
it’s my life in buildings
all mine.
The cold chill of winter
laid out in shades of green
my old reinforced thoughts
have just become concrete
nothing is worth believing
when nothing is worth my trust.
©2011 Simon Mas. All rights reserved.
