The 25th entrance

Forever I feel that nothing is real
and nothing’s the deal
dealt to me.

Under the sign that says,
I pay with one more day.

There’s a foot fall
I call, but nobody hears,
everyone fears what they
cannot see.

In the doorway
a wino
having the time of
his life oh,
but he cannot see.

Even with vision, we are blind,
(the refined not so refined)
so we carry on
blindly aware of what’s there, but
not seeing.

Never is real and sometimes
never’s the deal
and forever’s the feeling
I get.

On the 25th entrance perhaps
I’ll get the audience I deserve
and bearing all this in mind
I reserve my place with
the blind
and wait for a ticket to arrive.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.