I have lived underground before, but
it was only the ‘fallen-off-the-grid’ underground.
It was the ‘nothing’s-worth-paying-attention-to-anyway’;
the ‘no-one-really-gives-a-damn’ underground.
I thought I was happy then, but…
This time, life in the shelter is different.
Now I have no secrets; nothing to hide.
I go to sleep at my keyboard
knowing that everyone outside
knows who and what I am; they know
I’m no longer with them.
This time, though, they care
and I care, too.
But it’s too late; too late. This time
the underground’s much smaller.
Imaginary Garden / Real Toads / Shelter