why am I here in this place
where I don’t recognize a face
are they offended looking at you
many catches made knowing you knew
without a doubt
words wont come out
hidden in a mind far away
soon you wont stay
will you be back been here before
make another catch as you head for the door
open to the outside where do you go
mind plowing thoughts as if it were snow
given the chance I look and then
keep my mouth shut once again
boring as Eliot I sit and I think
up from the pages watching eyes blink
how do I dare I know the fool
starting to drift right off the stool. . .
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