I am looking for a mind
At work
She whispers
We have spent too many hours
Smiling
Not talking
There really is very little to say
Same old years
Same old days
A well-trodden fairy tale
History has an eye
On us
We are not sure if it is a kind eye
So many games
So many twists and turns
And yet we are rooted to the spot
Invalided
Unused
Like a spare part in a busy garage
We once had a use
Now we are gathering dust
Dreaming
Dodging life
Wasting it
Even
She says
Our mind does not fit in
However hard we try
It has always been different
Seeing every tiny detail
Remembering things
We do not need to
If we lost some memories
We could build a better future
We both sigh at the thought of that
The work involved
Like forging a river
With a spoon
And so we rest
Borrow words
Turn them into something new
That is our work
Who we are
And who will forever be.
