The Voice from Down the Hallway

The Voice from Down the Hallway


Sad to see
Still I keep looking
Is it sadder to seek than to find?
Sometimes

Sometimes I think I'd rather keep on running
Endorphins pumping
In my mind, always
Hear a voice from down the hallway

Where are you?
You were there
I could have sworn, I swear
I don't believe in you
Where were you when...?
So many uniforms
So assured, so pressed on
Press me against the glass
Pin me to the cork
There are many forms of falling to make of me
And do I want to meet the voice from down the hallway?

Gazing
Glazed and green
I am turning into a knife
Inside

Inside I'm making such a spectacle
Outstretched in longing
In my mind, always
Hear a voice from down the hallway

And I follow you
As if swallowed into
Besides, the doors are all locked anyway

Where are you?
You were there
I could have sworn, I swear
I don't believe in you
Where were you when...?
So many uniforms
So assured, so pressed on
Press me against the glass
Pin me to the cork
There are many forms of falling to make of me
And do I want to meet the voice from down the hallway?


January 2019