Staring
July 18th 2010 00:04
I'm staring, intently, into space.
It unnerves me that it's frightening to watch.
Boring holes in thin air,
fixiated.
Who can know what I see?
When I'm fingering the strings,
who could know what I feel
as I touch the edges of dreams?
The body goes quiet,
unassuming, polite,
it does not wish to bother me.
And I do not want to be distracted,
its not my concern,
if my hollow staring is frightening to you,
my frozen silence an affront to you,
I need to see I need to feel,
I'm so far from you now (and you know it too)
I'm gliding high,
breathing stardust
embracing dreams,
all from my stiffly still stance,
staring across the room.
It unnerves me that it's frightening to watch.
Boring holes in thin air,
fixiated.
Who can know what I see?
When I'm fingering the strings,
who could know what I feel
as I touch the edges of dreams?
The body goes quiet,
unassuming, polite,
it does not wish to bother me.
And I do not want to be distracted,
its not my concern,
if my hollow staring is frightening to you,
my frozen silence an affront to you,
I need to see I need to feel,
I'm so far from you now (and you know it too)
I'm gliding high,
breathing stardust
embracing dreams,
all from my stiffly still stance,
staring across the room.
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