Red Line
Written by E Antony Gray, Posted in Uncategorized
His finger is on the button instead But what could he be thinking Is he nodding or is he blinking What thoughts could still be in his head Gesturing as he is wont to do To that thing that he will never do Does he live in just a world of thought Does he dwell inside his drooping head With his finger on the button instead Of marking more than ideal ought Within a memory of a fading dream Where strength may be what it may seem Thus they wait for us to make our move A thing which wise […]
