15.6.05

the road to sillyville

One moment, I’m a fly
Flailing and thrashing
Against a web of deadlines

The next moment, I fly,
I fall down, and drown
Into the mouth of a dream

Here I am, this is I
Perched over the snout
Of a hideous gargoyle

A sign glows in the sky
From the corner of my eye
I see a shadow swing by

Don't I know this place from somewhere
Are those Arkham spires in the distance
And isn't that the Wayne manor

And so, lost, I stalk the night
I walk where the shadow subjugates light
In the city of the dark Gotham knight

I guess, you can say

I walk the fine line between
So called reality
And what’s clearly a dream

2 comments:

Bhavv Chawla said...

Goody Goody... :)

And so, entangled are all between reality and dreams.

Good one mate!

Russell CJ Duffy said...

arkham is nice and cool this time of year and i can wear my make up and the heat doesn't make my eyeliner run and of course all the prison guards that i slaughter with chicken wire and toothpicks stay fresh in the chill