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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

My Migrations



My Migrations

Every day is a journey to somewhere
Moving across the golf ball glass house
Searching for the exit and entrance
Standing in the queues,
Standing in the standing traffic
Pay the toll, jump the queue
Then find yourself back at the start
Power up the windows
Turn on the AC
Drown out your neighbour’s music
Who is he anyway?
Far too many questions.

Who is in there?
Where are the emergency services?
Who can rescue the likes of me?
Time traveller with nowhere to go
Time traveller with the clock unwound
Ticking on a dead man’s wrist.

One more cup before we start
Today’s migration, embark
Puzzle the day away in this cocoon
But you will be released soon.

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