I'll Stay Here

I'll stay here lying

on your bed. Even for the rest of

my days. With its side empty

spaced, where you once used to

stay. Have you ever noticed the

glimpses upstairs? These rooms

are all that matter.

And on the

walls these pictures scream and

ask me what I've done to seem so

amused by the way of having done

nothing today. They all have their

eyes covered up with paint. Their

room is all that matters.

I can

walk up the walls, but can't make

water out of wine. So I'm desperate

for some cold rain to wash those

hands of mine.

I'll stay here

listening to the crowds and hear

the footsteps and the shouts. But

it's all passing me by, tangled up

in my own life. Have I missed the

clue of your brave escape? For

this is what - you said - matters.

Some other town, some other day.

Another clown, coming up her way.