Monday, 17 May 2010

Turn

There's a stillness around me,
It's not calm but it's still,
And I really have no choice.

I want to go backwards but someone's locked the door.
I can go forwards but it scares me.
I can't stay here, the walls are closing.
Thre's one path.
But I don't want to take it.

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