Tuesday 23 December 2014

Prayers like rain

Prayers like rain falling down on the surface of an ocean of sorrows.

I walk down a street

I walk down a street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am hopeless
It isn't my fault

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get our immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.