Summary: This tries to capture how life can pass you by sometimes, and its hard to know what to do about it.
I take a glance,
it goes unreceived.
Talking without audio,
trying to catch wandering eyes.
Churning up fake interest
with false conversation.
I know the story,
I’ve heard it before.
As hedgerows race past,
jet trails in the sky.
I think about thinking,
broomsticks flying round my head.
If only instant travel were possible,
to take me apart and back together again.
My particles in the sky,
could I be a different person, in a different place?
So back on the merry-go-round of life,
where time can be seen dancing with the devil.
Can I get off this rolling carriage,