Out of Context
Out of Context
by Betsy McKenzie
Pop me in a metal tube,
Fly me through the air.
Move ahead or behind the sun,
Drop me some new where.
The sun's too bright!
The air is too warm.
I'm in the wrong place,
Wrong time, bad alarm.
There's something wrong
Inside of my head;
Connections
Fraying thread by thread.
I've jerked myself
Clean out of context.
Traveled too far, too fast.
Take time to correct:
Feet on the ground,
Head in the sun,
Time will help make this
Land and me one.
March 18, 2007
by Betsy McKenzie
Pop me in a metal tube,
Fly me through the air.
Move ahead or behind the sun,
Drop me some new where.
The sun's too bright!
The air is too warm.
I'm in the wrong place,
Wrong time, bad alarm.
There's something wrong
Inside of my head;
Connections
Fraying thread by thread.
I've jerked myself
Clean out of context.
Traveled too far, too fast.
Take time to correct:
Feet on the ground,
Head in the sun,
Time will help make this
Land and me one.
March 18, 2007
Labels: life, psychology, Travel
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