The Subject

Perhaps there's a soul
That hasn’t been tricked.
A dimensional flavor
That hasn’t been licked.

Imagination leaves
No stone unkicked.
Maybe it’s healthy
To feel this sick.

Who’s running the picture?
Who’s watching the road?
Next time he’ll remember
To follow the code.

Time to wake up.
Been over two weeks.
Time to start asking.
To search and to seek.

Is someone there spying?
Who’s changing the reel?
Who’s running the picture?
Will all be revealed?

A town without people.
What’s left here to see?
For now or forever.
Not sure I agree.

Release the Subject
It’s quarter past six.
He’s resorted to shouting
His inner conflicts.

Where have they all gone?
Why am I here?
How long will it take
Till I disappear?


11/12/12
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