The buttons on my shoes won’t stop staring at me, <br />and I’ve taken the pins from my hair. <br />I feel some kind of futuristic pull, singing in the air. <br />I don’t remember who I am or what I wanted to find, <br />as the elixir takes me down and out, <br />out of my mind. <br />It’s not real, is it? <br />I’m not on Saturn, am I? <br />It just feels like it.<br /><br />Moonchild Diva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1905/
