Just a little something I read somewhere else and modified a bit......so it's not really an original.
[b]I sit at a table in the middle of the day
Looking out my window, not a lot to say.
TV blaring, newspaper in front of me unread,
People see me think I must be dead.
Talk to me,
Walk by me,
I’m totally unaware.
I’m back there!
At the end of my Thousand Yard Stare
I try to sleep but wake up in the middle of the night.
Thinking about whether what I did was right.
Want to go out, walk and wander the streets
And thinking if it’s the fires in Volendam my heart eats
Thinking
Pondering
Totally aware
I know you will be there…
At the end of my Thousand Yard Stare
We worked through that newyears night.
And finally people see what we did was right.
Recognition, finally for God’s sake.
And still at times my tears break.
Scarred but not broken
The burden I have to bear
Images you can find
At the end of my Thousand Yard Stare[/b]