I live in a corner within my life It has a tunnel to let me in and out I am sucked in sometimes for days...
They search me out in streets and highways No one reads my words for clues that corner me within high walls.
I know if I try to climb out words will grab me and throw me down If I fall flat on face - sprawled on this white space I will become a concentric dot defaced.
It will begin to ooze ink on all sides and swallow this page in big black doubt So I better remain lost in this corner - when ripe the time itself will bring me out.
