Ceiling Tiles

A Poem by Daniel Winters

When I can't

even try

to fall asleep,

I lie there

wondering

about all the things

I'll never find out.

Like, why that girl was staring at me.

Like, if my father is still awake.

Like, if all the people

who asked me for directions

got to where

they wanted to be.

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:) like this its simple and subtle good work

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Added on September 6, 2011
Last Updated on September 7, 2011

Just a quiet guy, who likes loud stuff. Im proud to be Out of Step more..

I'm Sorry

To John

Pessimist