16 December 2012
Where have I been, too long have I stayed Simple floor the ground grey the flower still Made my own word the simple game I played Walked for a day a year moments never blaze
Flare sounds like a new tune A distant echo drums like gun roar Rain pouring glass filled when water I poured Over flooded like the storm roaming on its own Why need of others wen I m forever on my own Then I realise as I lay in the very, cold floor. This day was coming; I should have known.
When Will I Know • Opuss № I