I no longer am
in the world
I'm really out of it all
I don't know the rules
anymore, don't know
the law, don't know
what a dollar is
against the pound,
but as I sit on the bus
and look out over
an arching sky,
(Im aware that the
world is round)
really, wasn't it
always thus?
There was always
a kind of fog there
around mouths and
words, no way to know
who pays the Queen
and can that policeman
imprison me?
And here's me sitting
in the bottom of
a phone box
reading the Beano,
trying to make sense
of a head spinning world
that was my university.
It just seems
more complicated now,
more worlds
more than one
I don't know how.
I become part of this world so I don't pay attention that much...just going with flow or maybe that's what they say lost in open...thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It just seems more complicated now, more worlds more than one I don't know how.. life and experiences on sitting and brooding over, tony