World Without Warning

I live off nothing in this world Except the thick grey air that chains itself Swirls all around and ingrains itself Stifles my last hope into sullen despair I don't associate myself With all of the people I can do without Those who never leave me in any doubt That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about I enjoy the silence in my life I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring So many empty gestures That don't mean anything It's so hard and so cold The texture of this world That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there Just in case there's something there --- World Without Warning - Anne Clark