aiming higher

thursday 31st january 2002 @ 23:45

you are dancing in a circle and my eyes flit like small birds around the room looking for your shadow. but the light is poor and your passion too inconsistant to catch a sight of you. and now it is i who is spinning round in circles.

if you were to chase me i would hide amongst the shimmering crowd to avoid you. to wait for you to come to me. walking slowly. and with violins in my ears i know that you are not the one. you are not the one i thought you were.

i am aiming further and higher than before. targets of many colours await my shots. and there are people who need me now that you don't.