A Boring Day

Nothing to do
with an open mind.
What will come
in the still cold air?
How much will I see
looking back at me?
Nothing to hear,
all noises are gone.
What sound will it make
as it drifts away?
How much will I feel
touching me?
♠ ♠ ♠
written back in 2001-2002
found in an old notebook and thought i'd share :)

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