In silence my lips have been drawing the shapes <br />Of phrases, so vague and deprived of a meaning. <br />My dreams are about to find an escape <br />To where the end always meets the beginning. <br />My black and white fears have got an excuse: <br />I still have the world - in my heart and around. <br />I'm no longer free - I have something to lose. <br />The more I deny that my freedom has bounds, <br />The better I see them, the more my heart frets - <br />The twilight has failed to appease me somehow. <br />I'll lose it all soon, but I'll never regret. <br />My lips keep repeating: 'Not me, just not now'.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-now-7/
