Erasure

To be lost in thought, a walk down memory road, a lingering idea forgot, what a memory.

I watched from the outside. I never got invited in, to dance and play, still on the outside. They watched.

They laughed and rejoiced at the animals prayer, to be free, to be alive without reason. Mocked and mimicked, lust and loathed, still the animal is seen dancing.

Im on the outside with all eyes on me

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.