Look about the room,
Canvas all the corners
Catch a gazing stare
Look away moving on
Look about the room
Full of silent watching
Facing forward all but one
Look that way just for fun
He is staring still he stares
Why's he facing backwards
A slow spreading smile
Contorts his long wry face
Open mouth empty eyes
Blanket, alone, in pain
He settles back in his seat
Facing forward, conforming
The strange things that happen. That we will never know why...
Randy Sturridge
