Your Move

Just this poem i wrote: it's called "your move"

never before never tomorrow...
never in the lights of a thousand suns...
seen it all ,done it all .
feels none..


run to catch it,trip and fall
make it,fake it,try to catch the rainbow
sit and think was it worth it after all
do they care or are these just
footprints on the snow...

smell of raindrops on the ground,
dew on the grass.
ever wondered where did it go all.


no one wanted this,no one saw it coming.
who do i blame for this fall.
who am i ,but a figment of what the world wants me to be.

daydreams,delusions,chocolates,limousines.
all those dame catalogues and magazines.
posh condo,mail order furniture,your 8 to 5 life
,your benefits,your pension,your job.

close the world,think it through
is this who is you...
not today ,not tomorrow.
maybe when your golden years are through.

They won't tell you,neither can i
it's your prerogrative,learn to fly
you are the one,just haven't figured it out yet
there's still time,take the plunge,make a bet.

And yes that picture above:Another one of my photoshop xploits