Designing the architecture

Going somewhere to get somewhere but it’s nowhere I know, I’m
going anyway and moving yesterday back to the somewhere I once knew.

You say, that it’s you and so do I,
it must be
each to their own in another one’s eye.

so we’ll all go there
is it anywhere that we know?
I know it’s somewhere
being nowhere on the road
that we go.

I think it was a man but
it’s hard to tell,
too much gel.
I yelled at him anyway
somewhere in
but it could have been a girl and
now I’ll never know.

Time and the thrill
she loaded her eyes just to kill me,
it could have been him
both slim
and now I’ll never know.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.