Another half hour and I'll be inside again

I'm looking around my living room, and I still don't know a thing

Outside, the snow, melted by rain, even it looks confused

The clock is round and wooden and it measures all our days

Who put us here?

I hurt myself, I cling to fragile objects

I'm hurt by the wind and by blankness, by nothing

Let me leave, I'll swim in places that people don't go

God doesn't make the rules, now

Love is not for everyone

Maybe I'm not lucky, if luck is real

Or maybe I'm not patient

I've got other things to offer, though

I wish I was not a girl, but a bird

They've got little to think of

And they fly to warm places

Maybe simple is best

Reviews

[John Fitzgerald]

Let me leave, I'll swim in places that people don't go
God doesn't make the rules, now

wonderful, its as if i've lived through this before, only this time its fresh and exciting. Wellllll done!