Where I come from
People measure their lives in screen inches
I have been moving from one to the next for days
Or the closest I have got to days
I live my life as a Houdini
Constantly escaping
Inside a camera lens
One day
I will write the world I will escape to
Or maybe I won’t
But there is no way of knowing until
I stop channel hopping
And start writing
But if this is a magic trick
I have not yet worked out
The prestige of it all.
The Carpenter's Sparrow 