new year resolution:

i'm cornered
inside a glass box,
waiting
for the clockstrike of midnight.

The streetlights flicker on and off.
life cuts in and out.
i am held close to the walls.
this air inside is stale;

and as the time is ticked in seconds slow
the snow falls faster, faster, faster;
until a white wall is made of my window
and i am further trapped inside

one day soon, i'll shatter this glass;

and as the man to whom i'm charged
changes views for vice and virtue
i shake these shackles free, i run
into the endless meadow.
and down i run a winding road
my heart both tortoise and the hare;
i breathe the winters air.
i breathe the winters air.

02/10/2006

Posted on 02/10/2006
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