of course
you are better than the rest of us
us, as you describe us
with our ‘difficulties’
you of course evolved on a higher plane
i guess all we can do is share umbrellas
in our endless rain
of course
you have the best type of love
strangely, never actually saying it
never expressing this personal emotion
your perfect life
with its neatly defined roles
no expectations, no passion, no life
ultimately, no soul.
Thursday 21st February 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 