Inside a sleepy grin
27 February, 2008
Endless repetition
Beginning to bore me
Saying the same thing
Over and over again
I really do try to listen
But it seems so clear
You have no idea
What you are saying
I smile and nod
I smile and nod
But I couldn’t care less
I’m not really here
Shouting in my face
Is not my idea of fun
But it is the only way
You feel in control
I do understand, you know
You feel oh-so strong
Your tired macho posture
I can see your bulge
Strike me if you want
I really can take it
I am cold and empty
You cannot get in here
I fit inside a tiny box
Hide away from it all
Folding limbs and mind
Close the lid and keep calm
You will soon tire
Inside a sleepy grin
The bruises are an ocean
I can swim away
When you are broken
Old and sliding away
I shall take your hand
Smiling into your eyes
I shall remember it all
The oceanic blues
Covering arms and legs
Half-breaths and an aching back
I don’t think I’ll bother
To exact revenge
You’ll have your own box
To close the lid and keep calm