They are crawling up the walls You even see them on the floor They are even there when you open the door Everywhere you look it seems like more and more
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
It was throwing things everywhere Difficult to dodge Hard to move Tried to catch some things but they kept flying past
It felt really cold Flakes kept falling I wasn't ready for this calling Wasn't sure if it was just someone snoring
Walked down and they told us it wasn't far By this time we knew we needed a car Should have gone the other way it would have been easier by far
Sounding like an exotic meal I couldn't wait to experience it's appeal Waiting for the best deal Hoping it would be something real
Empty in the middle of the room It was just waiting Wondering if there was anything important Could it be thinking?
Looking but not seeing The tears were flowing but there was no feeling They were bright and glowing But there was nothing they were knowing
Maybe you have won Hopefully not because you are dumb Or can't do the sum Maybe it was you in the run At least you had fun
Wandering around in a daze Never seem to amaze There was some weird gaze No time to laze Not just a faze Up for the chase
Couldn't see anything Was hoping that there might be something Hopefully things would improve Wasn't sure where we were going
They moved slowly But it was a movement that was unknown If only it was possible to see them It might be best not to fear
Have to make something new Not sure what to do There should only be a few Create something neat It needs to be unique
