It's Still Life

IT'S LIKE

It's like the man who goes too deep in the woods, and overdoses on trees, or 

the man who won't part with his right boot 'cause one day he'll find the other one that he lost, or 

the husband who eats luminous seaweed, and believes that he'll shine for her all night, or 

the woman who wears shoes the colour of red poppies, nobody seeing that her feet bleed, or 

the girl who wraps her arms around her lonesome knees, just for companionship, or 

the boy who's thin and cold, while the city lights twinkle with joy, or 

the old woman whose heart beats alone. 

It's kind of like that, when you can't find a way off the path.