(A tribute to Radiohead - thank you for teaching me this mantra) <br /> <br />Sick of routines, <br />So I, <br />I don’t exist, <br />No, <br />The girl you’re talking to, <br />That ain’t me, <br />I’m not here, <br />My ears are stuffed with layers of cotton, <br />Not hearing a thing. <br /> <br />I don’t exist, <br />This isn’t real, <br />No, <br />You’re not hurting me, <br />I jump into the movie screen, <br />I merge with the evaporated air, <br />Not here, not here. <br /> <br />Bombs, <br />Explosions, <br />Bad-mouthings, <br />I’m not witnessing. <br />Lachrymosity; <br />That’s not me feeling, <br />I penetrate through cells, <br />I unite with shadows on the wall. <br /> <br />I walk invisibly, <br />Through cars on mad streets. <br />Politics, <br />Agendas, <br />Shut the noise, <br />I’m not listening; <br />You can’t make me. <br /> <br />I bury myself 11 feet below the ground, <br />I don’t wake up from my dream, <br />I’m not here, <br />I’m not here, <br />This isn’t happening…<br /><br />Lara W.A<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-to-disappear-completely-my-version/
