Thinking, all I seem to do, Like a broken record telling me backwards what to do, The message is unclear, what to do? My mind is so exclusive, and I am so selective. You'll never get inside my head, You'll never see right through me. And if you were to get in my mind, You wouldn't ever understand what you saw, Or what I'm thinking, thought's a million miles a hour, all encrypted. My fortress is so solid, unbreakable. with windows to see in but with mirror curtens closed tight sat on my Savanna. Maybe I'll let someone in one day, But not joe bloggs, or john smith but my Savanna. I know it takes one to know one, and I know no one can take it, no one but my Savanna There's a closed sign on my nose, a red herring in my mouth, a for sale sign on my soul, a sharp needle in my calm shaking hand, a thread of hair from my well lit head, sown into your thoughts. So the bridge slopes steep? On your decent I'll see you in my climb, easily gliding up, as you struggle on towards the ground. My heart is blue and orange. Salt water washed with broken colour, guess I'm a coloured spade, With plenty of space inside my head. My brain may be small, But I'll out think you anytime anytime you want, just let me know. I'll be at my Savanna. Just call.Birth sign: Aquarius
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