Elevator Ride

May 25, 2008
I am alienated in my own sense of belonging
For only me is not wishing to be somewhere else

Colors dripping like sand dunes
Pull softly at my eyelids and reflect in my irises

Busy people mill like ants and never turn back

So I am left alone smiling in my dilapidated elevator
This is a feat and I am a broken record

I mean

An immigrant an orphan a child
yet I am still here

Laughing while I push all the buttons

Sending me




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