Deer in the headlights

we wonder from room to room carrying words

on dry lips like paper

and the windows keep them inside

so tight that we have to draw on them

with our last breaths

these fingers, once caressing the piano keys

are stuck on the wheel, tight

tighter then a walking rope under the overweight clown

but eyes are not laughing

eyes protrude the dark

like wings of a night bird in search of pray

and never look back

the answers await in front of us

so close that we can smell the fear

of all the questions we ever asked

and when the dawn comes

our hearts behave

like one..

one deer  in the headlights