My mind is absent without leave
A wall of thought is held no more
A fall predicted does not score
A ball, a single ball, AWOL.
I do no math. I do not breathe
Without a single call to flee
The earthly weight, the earthly squeeze
Of night and moon themselves so free.
My mind tenfold the wiser chap
To pack without an extra word
No sense, no nonsense and no nerd
Inside to lure for a short nap
A wall AWOL is a stage cage
A moment there, then again not
A kettle calling back a pot
To call it black, then again not
A mage on stage in a blinding rage
With himself out and no one to cage...
AWOL
© Copyright: Коридвэн, 2016
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