Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Wish I knew what

I meander around wide halls,
in circles,
an Exit, not an Exit after all.

Bright yellow lights,
bounce of the polished yellow floor,
blind me.
Its the club of the elite,
yet it seems so ordinary,
in a poor sort of way.

I step out into the semi darkness of dusk
feeling let down
something just died,
surrounded by lavishness and liveried men,
Wish I knew what.