wrote this in a lecture yesterday
about finding spaces in everything you look at


The Big Bang

"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return"- Leonardo da Vinci

I'm on a yellow submarine
Tinted blue, turning green
And i'm looking at the space
Floating blindly next to me.

There are people who are buzzing
Thoughts are idly, loudly humming
And i know i should be running
Through the door, walking free

So i know now i'm not wanted
Know this lifeboat has absconded
And i'm wondering if i should
Drain the water, or drink it

There's a mountain on my shoulders
The weight of paper reams in boulders
And i'm trying still to throw them
Out the window of my vehicle.

Should i step back in the box
Take the good times with the knocks
And let the moulds of everyone
Shape my identity away

So where to from here?
Let the future drown with fear
And i'm paralysed, helpless,
So open up the doors.



Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-18 at 05:08

Tags Fear  Future 

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kid
very nice one
2006-08-18