23 April 2007

changing the time

over the green roofs the half-light
promises little but reveals so much
the air-vents there beyond my clutch
shadows imitating vanished night
above the sky a palish pearly sight
the blaring radio functions as a crutch
keeping me sane and totally in touch
with a world that always wants to fight
morning traffic hides beyond the trees
i'm quite alone but that will change
holding me in my place is simple duty
nothing moves there's hardly any breeze
for a moment everything seems strange
and yet this new day has its own beauty

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