Life is always around hazy corners
or in withering labyrinths of the past
never ever in the fleeting bubble of ‘now’.
or in withering labyrinths of the past
never ever in the fleeting bubble of ‘now’.
For ‘now’ threatens ‘me’ to the fringes –
my automated thoughts, my gluey addictions,
my smoggy emotions and my blinkered views.