Length is the first dimension
I’m alone along narrow streets
Tightness is my fierce detention
That friendly accepts me and greets.
Width is the second dimension
When my sight dares to expand
I realise things don’t worth mention
And life doesn’t worth to be spent.
Height is the third dimension
In my dreams I am flying high
The world causes a rude intervention
And I’m left just to sorely sigh.
Time is the fourth dimension
I’ve strived to success for so long
My demolished eternal intention
Still seems too right to become wrong.
Now pain is my fifth dimension
And nothing but woe remains real
My muscles and heart are in tension
My entangled threads will never reel.
8 ноября 2013 года
Personal Penteract
© Copyright: Савва Шанаев, 2013
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