I’ve been changing cloths, skin and colors.
Moving my furniture around.
Closing doors, holding windows open.
Looking in, looking out.
Walking from one place to the other
Doing this and that and this again
Swapping a brush from end to start of the page
Filling my hands with ink and painting the walls
Pressing my ear to wooden floors
All just to see if a can find the reasons
If I can discover the truth
If I can finally get to the source of the secret
I cant’t. I haven’t.
I don’t understand this game
I’ve lost and haven’t even played
So many rules unsaid
Wasn’t the whole point to feel?
To share and to allow someone in?
My head has decided to spin
My heart to stop
My hands to move
I’ve been changing cloths, skin and colors….