Sundays And holidays

<br>what do you think in the back seat<br>travelling through the yellow open state <br><br>am i too slow to turn my thoughts to words<br>to turn meaningless to meaning<br>am i too down to notice smell and sound<br>to tell dull from bright <br><br>let the sad winter moon turn slow to my future<br>and the cool dark air cover me in my nearing bed<br>where angels, men and mothers<br>get to spens their sundays and holidays<br>where curtains hide the ugly scenes inside<br>from the rest of us<br>what`s inside the brick walls of divide?<br>barred window screens<br>hospital - not a love scene<br>hospital - not a calm ocean