Losing my grip <br />In the tiny slip <br />Of time <br />Between time and space <br />My footing is gone <br />And so is the song <br />The birds used to sing to my face <br />The only one now <br />Who still knows who I am <br />Is my good friend Harper Lee <br />She can run around <br />And write me a book <br />And we are still the best of friends <br />But she knows who I am <br />And we talk when we can <br />As we kill each other lawfully<br /><br />Robbie Squires<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-mad-4/
