I've just written the weirdest poem I think I can remember writing. Actually, I think it's three poems - and none of them make much sense.
Well, see if you can work out what I mean...
BETWEEN THE LINES
Between the lines
I'm fed up with working
And working and shirking
It all out today
I'm finding the time
Discerning the truth
In my fast-failing youth
Though there's stuff in the way
To think at the moment
I'm tired of the effort
Remember the times
It takes to see through
The sky so much clearer
The cloudy excuses
And all is the truth
I'm getting from you
Behind the facade
I'm fed up evading
Where life is invading
The elephant's glare
I'm finding it hard
While he stands in the room
In this crumbling tomb
We pretend he's not there
To know that I'm loved
So, if anyone asks me
Remember I'm here and
If I'm doing fine
When all will be clearer
I hope that they read it
I'll make it to you
Right here in the lines
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