However much I try to give a pointer
Just a roadsign to the inner workings
You look above
Beyond and away
If I speak about the North you turn your back
So you look South and cannot hear my voice
Ignore the message till I stop gazing at you in wonder
And the emotions turn to anger or resentment
Then ask but why?
Do I not give everything
You have a boredom level so low nothing can matter
Never is your heart touched by anything
Too securely chained, locked down for surety
That it can’t be caught, deliberately elusive
And as the players in the game walk away
Or perhaps run
Swiftly towards living
You stand still with your back to the voice
Until it disappears into the middle distance
Only a faint echo remains
To remind of what was there.
Ailsa
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