Fold the Corner

You’re silent and it’s showing
It’s aiming right at you
There’s nothing you can do
To fight this fever, it’s about to break

I want to be nameless like you
Lost in a wordless journal
Pages begging to be inked
Fold the corner, come back later

There’s a sledge hammer in the garage
Drag it by the wooden handle
Hold tight, use both hands
Squeeze, swing away

When the sunlight hits your face
Stare blindly into the beaming rays
Don’t shield your eyes
Carry on with the demolition

Or build something, make them wonder
About the burning need to blister hands
Do not recreate, forge new
Is your mind wide open?

Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker

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