Thursday, 22 August 2013

Far and always away

I am happiest

when I'm not here.

Far away

where fantasy is real.

I am happiest when I'm in the middle,

surrounded by distractions,

by very little.

I'm happiest when I'm away

and then happier still when I'm

away from being


If the earth were one road that never would end,

I'd be on it until the very day

I would


But alas she's round,

one floating ball in space,

and in circles I run,

catching my shadow

is never much


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