This is a bit of 'poetry' I wrote up the other day.
I wonder what would happen if I woke up breathless
Torn into pieces and riddled with infection
Nowhere to turn in a world full of excuses
Relentless expression put to impractical uses
Constantly blinking while nothing changes
The used people handing out thousands of chances
Never moving, waiting for some changes
Watching the minute hand, as you know your life passes
Safe in the knowledge that there's nothing you can do
Safe in the knowledge that you'll always be you
But what if I told you when I wake I feel breathless
Sitting silent, while you watch and take guesses
The colour draining, waning like the moon
What if I told you, I'll get my breath back soon.
Would you believe, would you stand and leave?
Safe in the knowledge you'd just been released?
Safe in the knowledge of what you've chosen to believe.
But what if I told you you'd just been deceived?
Numbness injects a cool air of clarity to my soul
I woke up breathless, gained knowledge and grew cold.
