Saturday, 6 November 2010

Thanks Robert

World in my palm
and i can't get a grip
i turn the tap and
all i get is a drip
a universe to fit my imagination
a pissed-off city on my back
a legacy moving my legs
an oscar winner running 
through my eyes
a desert 
in my pockets
a million pounds
in my notebooks
a facade
in my opinion
a promise of nothing
whispered in my ears
all my problems
are said to only exist in my head
while every element
of my very being
is urging me to make a fist
the worlds in my palm
I can't afford to let it slip