Brother

I wear my sun glasses in a day of grey on sun I wear nothing more than a look the stillness is busy still the week had already begun I sit awake trembling a Phone call my saviour a talk so comforting it left Wilson in tears of laughter..these streets again I write into a poem these people playing there roll well and my mind slips into second gear I wonder no more but gaze into the mirror instead I think less about worrying to much I am forever here it seams forever in the here and now no left turning no give way to the right no traffic light to stop me just amber and the way home just amber and the way home.

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