I am a
battered hag from Hull and then some
I am a
feather on the duck who steals my chips
I'm the leaf that falls on my leg as I lick my
lips
I'm the
kid in pink who's thinking of jumping in
I'm the picnicking parent in panic with sauce on
his chin
I am the
windblown remains of yesterday's news
I'm the sighs of the lover who doesn't know
which path to choose
I'm the
world that I witness, without me the universe
dies
I'm so scared to turn over, to lie down, to
close my eyes
(I'm not really, it's only a poem, silly!)
