As I find myself caught up in this frustrated city
With emptiness as the only loyal companion
It’s overwhelming, to see the world roves in exactly
the opposite direction
Like a parade of circus waving at your presence
Your still, unseen and vague existence…
I gasp from beneath the ruins of what used to be
complete
Battling for air and freedom
For the fulfillment my soul longs to own
Searching for certain minds that would meet mine
A group of embodied thoughts that would find their
ways to a firm and unquestionable foundation
Perhaps it’s merely an illusion
A funny, strange illusion
That leads me to a tempestuous curiosity
Of a dozen of what-ifs
Of a bulk of what-would-it-be-likes
Thus in my sober time I seek for some love stories
To exclude you from a bundle of absurd imagination
that plays with my mind
And still…
No love story suits you
Not even close…
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