May 7, 2020
Keyboard
Lying flat on the desk sitting here all alone Anywhere to go but here I stay Typing these words out on their phone With this here human I sit and obey Their fingers tickle, And are sometimes fickle, But I have faith in their way Like stars above a bay.
A ship, a sea, wherever they go They type the words and out they flow. A bird wheels round In a sky, unbound. A story, a land Forever in hand as the story they write Goes into the night.
At the end of the day I sit Forever trapped in a world unknown.
