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.
It disgusts me. The blue demon.
His selfishness, a stench of disgrace.
A myth and legend to notify children
of his most loved place.
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?
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,