I hear him calling <br />from far, <br />I go my way <br />not listening <br />In my own mind <br />my eyes closed <br />dwelling in my own <br />tiny world <br />my mind racing, <br />forgetting <br />where it's heading <br />my feet following my mind <br />just going <br />not looking. <br /> <br />Can't go on anymore <br />I hear my heart <br />beating <br />lend me a hand <br />I am exhausted <br />I say my hands are mine <br />and don't want to be touched <br />if you extend me yours <br />mine cannot be found <br />and don't play with my mind <br />it's used to what it knows <br />if you tell it new things <br />it cannot understand. <br /> <br />Just stand still a moment! <br /> <br />i need air to go on <br />I long for his whisper <br />need to hear when it calls <br />I recognize his voice <br />in the sweet air I take <br />that's how I remember <br />my creator's true name.<br /><br />aida melesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-30/
