mirellium: marca 2011

niedziela, 6 marca 2011

At the behest of ......

On his orders,

I breathe,

I sneeze,

and I carry on being.

At his request,

I dream,

I sleep,

and I carry on being.

Following his orders,

I kiss,

I cuddle,

and I carry on being.

He has me done this and that,

like a robot I do exist,

like a bird I need to fly,

and finally escape into nowhere,

and I carry on being like that,

as the world seems to be at the behest of ..... HIM.

mirellium