today was just like any other day, <br />yet today i felt the urge to play <br />with the absurd thinking's of my mind. <br />take for example the repeating desire, <br />to walk down a street, <br />any street <br />with heavy feet, <br />to then click my fingers, <br />which would <br />turn the horizontal, <br />into the vertical, <br />such a spectacle that would be, <br />inside, houses <br />walls would be floors, <br />windows would be doors, <br />and stairs <br />well i suppose they would be stairs. <br />cars on the street <br /> would fall down <br />onto a piled heap, <br />of other cars, <br />cats and dogs, <br />and people and frogs, <br />would join them, <br />flesh and metal <br />entwined <br />civilisation of <br />another kind. <br />this thought <br />this damned repeating <br />thought <br />ought to <br />find another mind <br />to corrupt <br />so i can <br />walk easy again, <br />without holding onto <br />every lampost i pass.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nearing-the-end-of-sanity/
