Knee and head both ache
No picture on the TV, but a voice is speaking
A piece of paper arguing with reasons for immediate evacuation
Now notice how I am slipping today
All of these bruises remind me of a fine day

Bags wait
And wait
Name tags, pale and blank, wait too
Not much waiting in the fridge
Me?

Slipping away but not going anywhere
Bruises left from the passing day
Crumbs on my skin and pink men dancing in my eyes
The sound of something in my ears, still
Hey, wonder if these walls could hear?
Wish they could speak too
It would be nice for a change

A piece of paper with my name on it
It means I am someone