Panic

[Kiwong]

Sitting on a gutter at Park Beach Plaza

watching shopping trolleys being emptied into cars

one hundred metres to the Honda Civic might as well be light years

I’m too scared to move.

Sitting on Martin Place steps watching suits and ties and shoppers walk by

a Dymock’s shopping bag at my side, it doesn’t feel like Christmas

I’m too scared to move.

I’ve fallen off the earth and the world of well people is

moving on without me.

Sitting on cold stone too scared to move

such a long way to get home

What if it comes back?

That feeling like dieing

without death that’s all in my mind.

 

[Dronee]

Interesting paradox at the last two lines...