Wednesday, 27 January 2010




A young man, old;
Silent, and thoughtful
On a hard chair, cold;
Smiling, but weary.

Breaking, the flow
No work, no play
Detached, limbo;
Not worried, not restless.

Thinking, ahead:
Glazed eyes, glazed mind
A long way, to go
Through dreams, through hopes.

Drifting, away:
Past planets, past stars;
Not lost, in space
Just travelling, afar.