Fresh Air From The Age

The Thinker

"The Thinker"

I think and I think and I think,
I´ll remain the eternal figure,
Etched in stone,
Thinking of ways to be better,
Always and never.
The thinking stone will die alone,
Never, ever flesh again.

Something climbs up the vines on my wall,
Nearing my bedroom window.
It is a creature, with a bow and arrow,
Screeching words of panic, but with love.

posted by Gary @ 11/07/2006 01:23:00 AM