i look around, i look outside i look inside all i am doing is, trawling through the past casting nets, wide and far exploring corridors of my heart
i look through the window i look onto a world i breathe unto myself all i am doing is, trawling through my past shuffling past wreckage reconstructing fragments picking through pieces
i look around, i look at faces i look through pictures all i am doing is, trawling through my past looking at things which did not last all i am doing is, trawling through my past
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 