Keep Holding On
19th March 2009
The cool breeze flies by me as
I walk away;
The man that gets on the same
spot, every day.
The golden arrow and pair of diamonds
on a band around my finger,
all the time.
The engine shop, old and crusty, that
I’d otherwise live without is
one I pass by every day without
me knowing, and I keep growing.
The wall of sullen bricks that stands alone
and I keep moving;
the covered windows on a block of grey that
just keep glooming.
A day I’m on the edge, far from the rest,
trapped in a world of rage –
machinery, trees, an empty platform,
a terrace, a loft and another wall.
So I keep moving.
So I keep thinking.
And I keep dreaming, I keep imagining
what the world’d be like without you.
Then I keep trying –
without crying –
to hold in all memory of you.
When I keep writing,
I know I’m fighting –
against only time, that can keep on
taking you away.
My heart’s just beating –
(and I keep fleeting) –
there will be no other you.