A ribbon of darkness

In a bright life

A tangled rope of horsehair

Whipping in the wind

Houses fall in the storm

Yards swept away in floods

Standing by the window of light

In the third room

Thinking above the sound of the tv

Blaring in the distance..

The dryer spinning..

To each their own life

What bloody hell is mine

All the hopes and dreams twisted

Out of line..

Time closes the story

Where are we supposed to be?

Because I feel like i shoulda been elsewhere

Spending time less selfishly

But i pursued my own dreams..