In a chair
I sit there 
it has wheels 
running for me
fly I do 
stop like glue 
this I fear
bringing such sneer
he is less
they may guess 
of a man 
who once ran 

Oh but if
I were a
belfry bats would 
fly escaping from 
the madness free
to wander watching 
from afar as
the bell tolls
stay away friends

Such dreams this
night strangers and 
places none of 
whom I’d known 
why oh why
dear little mind
do you torture 
me in sleep 
now upon waking 
I am questioning 
as to which 
of you are 
real and not 
can I say 

Having done 
for others 
I find 
this doing 
for myself 
a kind 
of love 
whereas before 
I looked 
for it
in eyes 
of others 
I now 
feel it
in the 
smile of 
my heart 

Now after all 
and after that 
and being here 
dipping my hands 
into cold water 
and breathing air
again at last
I look around 
seeing none other 
no one else 
but this nothingness 
on I go
away from water
onto the slope 
and wonder when
next I will 
touch the sky