sometimes the Madhatter has his way, when <br />chaos walks the streets with a new suit and <br />a grin that cries “there’s no tomorrow” <br />you hug the walls and pray for sundown <br /> <br />walking home you envy the homeless bum <br />and his everyday routine, envy the streetlamps <br />for their simple tasks, envy the closed signs <br />on dusty window panes on Main Street <br /> <br />you want a life to breathe, to sit and not <br />have to think about breathing, to walk and <br />not have to worry about where you are going <br />but simply right, left, right your way away <br /> <br />but then the world falls with a crash <br />you lose a love, lose a promise, lose your <br />last bit of hope, and then you drive, you <br />slip on shoes and run like a swallow aflame <br /> <br />you get home breathless, with a new seed <br />in your heart, a new breath in your lung <br />a new kiss on your lips, and you think <br />today would have been a bad day <br /> <br />to sit still<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perpetual-this-life/
