Sometimes I want to crawl into my ivory tower
Hide myself if I could
No longer have to walk out of there
Ears closed, outside world shut
And pretend no one else
Exists, only my tower and me
Sometimes I would like to bury my head in the sand
Remain there all alone
Together with the other ostriches
Not looking at what lies ahead
Only the sand under my head
Seeing no further than my nose
Sometimes I would want to exclude the world
Not having to think about what is
Sometimes I wish that everything was
As I have it in my head
That I think things should be
But then Reality taps me on the shoulder
© KH
Blog about my scribbles. Short stories and poems in English. Because my first language is Dutch the grammar might not be all that's cracked up to be, bear with me...
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