Ceilings and Feelings

Which we enjoy to express,

Some of us have just ceilings,

Which under which we live in distress.

Some have nothing, but the world at their feet,

Insular worlds like an open prison,

Some have everything, but nothing to eat,

Vagabond looks because they fell from the risen.

What we all have are eyes to look,

Which can be open-shut blinded to truths,

What we can have is are eyes that see,

Which would put an end to blind misery.

Some understand, and some do pretend,

Some listen to every syllabol and letter said,

Some just hear the noise that you send,

Waiting for their turn to unload their head.

Some sleep in beds of pleasure,

Loving the arms that are wrapped around,

Some sleep in beds for leisure,

Games played in silent sound.

Copyright Noel Roche 28/11/08