Edges

The opening line had been lurking in my mind the whole day yesterday and suddenly, just a few seconds after midnight, it formed into what you are about to read.

Edges  -  18 Mar 13

Edge of the world

Nowhere else to go

I look over

I see me

Looking at me

Wondering who

I am

Edge of time

Nowhen else to explore

In the mirror

Clockface hands clap

Taunt the faces

Of the watchers

Edge of sanity

Nowho else to ask

I ask myself

The same questions

Over and over

Why am I?

Bordering on the tantalising edge of surrealism.  Thank you Muse for your nudges.