Monday, 19 September 2011


As the walls close in, she looks out to watch the world pass by as she naught but thinks.
It passes by, she's left behind, so much more to be done, the thought sinks.
It is high time something was done.
High time life slowed down too.
But a blur, the world around her.
But a blur, the thoughts inside.

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