A piece of luggage

Every So Often

Every so often, once in a while

I am reminded of my wrong doings

I feel a warm sensation trickle down my thin arms

I am clutching at my hands again

I am dragging myself down

Every so often

I wake up

I realise the days have turned to weeks

I really should get back to my life

I can do no harm if I live the world of a man in his place

Every so often

I reach out

And I touch the white corpse of my body

No longer can I be shown to the world

For the world has turned the blind eye

Every so often

Sometimes I sit and think

I rarely learn

Instead repeating a life without values

Calling the sentence living

Every so often

I get by

Sometimes I even present myself to those who come too close

I open old doors with anticipation of appreciation

Instead met with a voice I know too well