The chief was out:
Within this raucous place
I deserted my self
I throw not even a glance
Listening to this heartbeat of mine
How can I sing?
How can I dance?
Evoke:
Memories of a chocolate bar
Awake, late at night until dawn
Bestow sympathy to the artiste
The drama invades my persona
Mad spectators awaits for me to be awaken
Lying on the bamboo couch, dreaming
How can I wake up?
Lightheaded, I force myself to stand
Veracity slaps me
This cold water, embrace me
This hot coffee, its sweet aroma
Food for the flesh tousled in this round platter
Food for the soul, Forgotten!
How can I stop the time?
The old and broken shoe
The three wheeled vehicle
The waiting swivel chair
The huge map
The cup of Water
And then Silence
When it rains, it pours
It pours?
Happiness or maybe tears
The time:
Moving slowly
The rest is silence …
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