IT’S GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE WINTERS

Fragile leaning against the bulletproof window

“No help for you Harry”

Big mouth from behind protective glass

You’re so heroic behind that protective glass

 

Also live behind a thick layer of glass

Always has been living behind a thick layer of glass

Not my own choice to live behind thick layer of glass

It was bestowed upon yours truly

Really

I promise

 

I don’t feel helpless yet not sure weather I’m free

Still I’m so tired of begging on bended knees

 

Silver spoon friends on each end of my imaginary table

Love seems so far away

Almost a fable

 

Cold damps emanating from my mouth

Maybe this year it might be wise

To head down south