My third poem for this thread is utterly wierd beyond belief. It's not entitled Mind Roaming for nothing... I wrote it a couple of months ago.
Mind Roaming
In a tavern,
In a an alley,
In a town somewhere,
There’s a man chained up behind a wall that isn’t there.
His mind is hidden in a storm of sleet…
In a backroom,
In a rat-trap,
In a backwards street,
There’s a man lying there in chains.
Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If he wants to stay alive he knows he has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that man’s in pain.
And he dreams of…
A castle,
On a mountain
On a great back crag,
Where the dragons and the gryphons all just started taking scag,
Because the knights are dead and gone,
In the castle,
In the tower,
In an unlit cell where day and night are one,
There’s the last romantic lying looking down on the world from above…
Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If he wants to stay complete he knows he has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that man’s in love.
And he thinks of…
A princess,
In a palace,
In the centre of the realm,
A girl in a world that’s covered by the press,
Because the realm outside’s unable,
To see her bedroom,
Like a cellblock,
Nothing but a bed and table.
And the girl’s surrounded by cameras and maids….
Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If she wants to stay on top she knows she has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that girl’s afraid.
In a classroom,
At a desk,
In a secondary school,
Where the foolish man is wise, and wisdom makes a fool,
And the people forgot how to dream,
On a pile of paper,
In a pair of old young eyes,
There’s a mind that can see things that aren’t as they seem,
And a roaming idea waiting to be free,
Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If I want to stay around I know I’ve got to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
The sad thing is…
I know that man is me.