Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Across the Inch
The rains chase you away to shelter
Away from childhood
Away from puddles and all the children
Away from the promises
Of a rain swept road.
As we dry with our rhymes and our rants
With our lethal habits
With our music and all our secrets
With a fear of growing old.