Buzzing chatter fills the chilled carriage.I exit the public transport — going home…pulling out my wallet, the ruler of all,my card beeps with agreement.
A midlife crisis at the age of 20. Does that denote to the truth itself?
Plans made.
Plans crushed.
Dreams to be had.
A life to be rushed.
Nothing, to the eyes of the masses.
I am a puny being.
A singular thing, no more.
An empty cocoon, quenched with dismay.
One lifetime I had a wish,
The beginning meets the end,
It’s known as a dacapo my friend.
Something relived from the past…
Is it possible to make amends?
Making things better.
Sofa, refuge most profound
Please stay, do not break.
Imagine a day:
Live, it plays.
Wake up, it plays.
Shower, it plays.
Eat, it plays.
Travel, it plays.
They walk past, not even a glance.
They walk past, pretend. Pretend. To not change your stance…
They know, how could they not?
Do you care because it’s me?
Or
Do you care because it is ME?
I can’t tell the difference…
Love… and Pity…
Love.
the Parklife stirred as the Girls Who Like Boys stayed Under The Bridge…
On The Other Side, Temptation was revealed.
Self-Esteem questioned, by a Sweet Talkin’ Woman,
The dawn of a new morning, a new sun.
Like the splurging yolk of a freshly cracked egg.
The light pierces the clouds as the yolk pushes the white to the side.
The center piece.
