Rambling

Out of your box
but surrounded by lines
Two dimensional life
with little words that shine

Video tapes that go forward
but never go back
a poet's frustrated mind
constantly under friendly fire's attack

Loaded guns
and puzzle's pieces
the words keep flowing
pain never ceases

But pain is a feeling
and feeling is time
Time is living
must mean i'm alive

and aloneness is different
not bad, not quite good
perhaps, one of these days i'll find a heart
that beats like it should