there is a constant din
but every so often
one comes shooting at me
like an arrow out of reality.
i spin around
nothing there
it always surprises me
and makes me angry
these arrows out of the
dark of reality.
but every so often
one comes shooting at me
like an arrow out of reality.
i spin around
nothing there
it always surprises me
and makes me angry
these arrows out of the
dark of reality.