Sunday, December 30, 2012
Vicious Circles
Come to think of it
I'm not entirely sure
where I lost myself
Maybe it was in those eight hours of class time
lost in notes and due dates
equations and definitions
In beds of strangers
or old friends
who I no longer know the whereabouts of
Was it in love lost and forgotten?
Perhaps words and friendly exchanges
greetings and goodbyes
Did I lose myself somewhere
along those roads driven on late nights
to places with people whose faces I won't ever recall?
Did I leave myself behind in books or shows or at the cinema?
In lonely coffee shops?
Or crowded concert halls?
Or maybe it was in the ticking of clocks
and the counting of time
waiting for the better times that never came
Come to think of it
I'm not entirely sure I lost myself
I'm not entirely sure I ever had myself
Maybe all these places
are where I've found myself.
-A
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