Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther King Jr.
M. L. King Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


7 cups of coffee and blue, blue sky

Boxed in boxed in.

Boxed in by this glass this glass wall its got me trapped its got me trapped.
Its got me trapped this glass wall but its glass so it failed a little I guess ‘cause my eyes they aren’t trapped no my eyes they can still wander as they please, they look out into the world that surrounds me this world that I can’t touch or really even here but I can see yes I can see.

Whats this whats this?

Where am I going, where is this taking me? I can still see I can see all around but I can’t see where I’m headed or why I’m headed there. Why can’t I see? Why can’t I see?
Wait a second, wait a second. This glass, it isn’t so glassy actually, its more like something else. Not quite sure though, but it seems to me that I might be able to put my hand through it. Yeah, I think that I might.

Though I s’pose I could put my hand through glass too, huh. But I’d have to be ready for some pain, am I ready for some pain?

1 comment:

phamiltontaylor said...

i really like this, but i don't enjoy neglecting sensory input.