going through the motions.
"she was the one love of my life, she showed me the road..."
i am afraid to move a few steps front and i need not feel the same about the idea of moving backwards, but i do and there is nothing for me or anyone to do about it and all i have to say is i feel safe and sound in this blank white space- which reminds me of a scene from clockwork orange- that i am currently housing in but sometimes, on my telly, i see your face flashing and i sense a certain sad memory welling at the back of my brain and my eyelids. i am not scared of this middle place, because middle place things do exist here on this green plane of wide, vast fields but i am afraid that someone foreign- in gold, yellow or red - will come around and peek in, and knock on and shout out, " you have overstayed this vacation!', to which i will mumble, "oh yes sir or madam," because i do not even know your gender, and then i will have to move out and eventually, i have to decide whether to move front or back and that scares the shit out of me.
i am afraid to move a few steps front and i need not feel the same about the idea of moving backwards, but i do and there is nothing for me or anyone to do about it and all i have to say is i feel safe and sound in this blank white space- which reminds me of a scene from clockwork orange- that i am currently housing in but sometimes, on my telly, i see your face flashing and i sense a certain sad memory welling at the back of my brain and my eyelids. i am not scared of this middle place, because middle place things do exist here on this green plane of wide, vast fields but i am afraid that someone foreign- in gold, yellow or red - will come around and peek in, and knock on and shout out, " you have overstayed this vacation!', to which i will mumble, "oh yes sir or madam," because i do not even know your gender, and then i will have to move out and eventually, i have to decide whether to move front or back and that scares the shit out of me.
if someone else showed you the way, would you take the wheel and steer?
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3:29 AM
i will not steer, but will wait to be served.
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