Is that Orion?
Smiling down at me
Smiling down at me
As I sit sighing
Into the dark night?
Or is it just me reading signs
Where none exist?
I don't want to know.
I don't want to know.
And the other day,
Did the sun really wink at me,
Peeping out of cottony clouds
As I smiled up at the sky?
Or was it just my impish mind
Pulling a prank on me?
I really don't want to know.
I really don't want to know.
Just for once,
Leave me alone
With tales I have woven
Out of nothingness.
Just once, this once,
I don’t want to know.
2 comments:
:) nice
Thanks. Guess my poems are better when I write about sorrow, doubt and all such things... :)
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