Friday, 26 November 2010

Where am I?

Where am I? (Lost)

I was sitting here rubbing my temple
Contemplating what things would be like without me
The feelings of all those I would have left behind
This is me thinking from a reformed mind
And dead one, remade scarred and half blind
Blind to the facts of the figurative
Living in the literal
Wondering where I would be without my physical
I've had to a draw a close line
Between, whats here and now and my minds eye
So find me, because I'm constantly asking...
Where am I?

by Jesse Johnson

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