32 Paces

32 Paces

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

32 paces from one end of this house to the other

Plenty of time to think

What to think about,

That is the question

I think about you and you know who you are

What goes around, comes around

I heard that somewhere

Life’s a bitch and then you die

I heard that somewhere too

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Who are you doing it with?

64 paces have passed

A different song in every room

Every one is connected to you

Disconnected from the world

Living in a Black Hole

Where the Middle of Nowhere meets The Twilight Zone

A good name for a game show

Better name for a town

Slightly fitting of the current situation

96 paces in the books

This isn’t a Murder Ballad,

But it is ‘Till the Casket Drops,

Because I’m your Rapunzel

Jealous, I am

Time spent with friends,

Even if it’s annoying,

Is better than none at all

128 paces are taking their toll

Wet dreams

Dillusions of Granduer

Too much booze

Flannel sheets on an empty bed are calling my name

They’re white like the dress you wear in my dreams

Like my ass you threw out In the cold

730 days have passed

160 paces have passed

The Dreamworld is calling

I happily answer