Thursday, 18 April 2013

dat poet boy

da other boy
dat one from da past
da poet, his name
it keeps apprearing too
like his name on the database,
 in my inbox, 
no not my inbox
actually the info inbox
at work
dat poet boy
he was a poet long before me
long before we
ever crossed paths
now, years later, his name
everday it appears before me
in the info inbox at work
that’s what happens, I guess
when all the shadows of your past
are high flyer, do-gooder
wanta change da world types
yeah, dat poet boy, 
I remember him- vaguely
just like I vaguely remember
that name on the database
I never see your face
anymore, anywhere
I never think about where
we could be...