#647-Silent
09/05/2019
If reincarnated,
I’d like to be him.
Free.
Strutting around proud,
Dressed like Elvis,
Waiting to be chased.
But all I have,
Are these minutes.
So I’ll dream,
Wishing I was him,
When I’m me,
Mouth shut,
Quiet as a mouse,
Looking at my keyboard,
Swallowing the words,
Trying to escape,
In a noisy world,
That only rarely listens.
