Sinking Ships

Sinking ships,

watching them sail and the sun as sinks in the sea.

Crashing planes,

only the eyes of the doomed with a smile on their face.

So I say to myself Is it real?

So I look inside myself.

Can I feel?

Coloured cups,

windows that slide up and down with a squeak in the side.

Funny day,

banging the door to a close as it's hurting my knee