Something so sharp
Can come biting down
And for what
Quite so quickly
But for why
With each step that we take
And each smile we would fake
It will come
Sharply biting down
All around
I wrote down
What to think
I wrote it all down
Very quick
In green ink
I then tore out the page
And then gave it a day
Before crawling
Away to escape
Across the courtyard
And into the sun
Where I found the
Last place that we
Smiled without looking back
Without searching for fun
Without looking
At all
© GÄ
Poétique 