Platoon

Afraid of colours
Lines and creases
That never unfold
I think I'll never find my way around
These circuits

But still there is nothing like us
Don't tell me I have to sleep
Or close my eyes

In here are the platoon
 of my energies
Secrets and mystery
Best left untouched
Unclothed

A touch to wish upon
Waiting to exist
Don't be afraid
Of what's inside here
Listen this is distance

There is nothing to do anymore
But wait

I'm sure
There must be a mixture

To fix this.

©Littlejoga 15/06/01

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