Lack of Movement, inSame Scenery
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


All I seem to write about
Is the scene, the sky, the doubt
The waves, the sea, the rain, the sun
The first, the war, the me, the one

All I seem to scribble down
Are the thoughts that revolve around
Inside my head all day at peace
The thoughts I write that never seize

And these thoughts they do not change
They do not shift in season or range
The thoughts they always stay the same
The silence catched, my lock reclaimed

I cannot crack the common factor
I can't go forwards, I can't go backwords
If I ever plan on changing to something new
I know I'll have to change my view