a joke to fate
i sit in the corner . . . and look behind
a pair of tired eyes can only find
just a bunch of walls
which i can’t unwind
i float to the ceiling . . . and look at me
my half-shut eyes will only see
someone trapped in the corner
head between his knees
i try to soar . . . finally stall
your mighty angry look will make me fall
and i feel no pain
only cracked two balls
i search for a mirror . . . although i know
your house has none for me at all
so i sit in the corner
wonder what went wrong
i walk down town . . . just look around
i wonder why i cannot hear a sound
though i placed one ear
right on the ground
i come home late . . . to find you ate
a plate in the fridge’s the one i hate
so, i drink another beer
tell a joke to fate
i sit in the corner . . . and look behind
a pair of tired eyes can only find
just a bunch of walls
which i can’t unwind
i float to the ceiling . . . and look at me
my half-shut eyes will only see
someone trapped in the corner
head between his knees
i try to soar . . . finally stall
your mighty angry look will make me fall
and i feel no pain
only cracked two balls
i search for a mirror . . . although i know
your house has none for me at all
so i sit in the corner
wonder what went wrong
i walk down town . . . just look around
i wonder why i cannot hear a sound
though i placed one ear
right on the ground
i come home late . . . to find you ate
a plate in the fridge’s the one i hate
so, i drink another beer
tell a joke to fate
From: HOUSE WITH NO MIRRORS
© Wael Nawara, 2008
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