Most times
like wails behind glass doors,
into another eyes, I look but never see
the love, the hurt, a thousand words
spoken on a muted TV.
Some times
like life passing in a flash,
a new face, I see in a strange city
the hope, the longing, the tacit promises
that second lasts an eternity.
Those times
like walking into a trap,
caught in that space, my eyes or theirs
is it me or is it them
which ones speak? who hears?
All times
like life is playing a game,
it hides me, it seeks me
I lose, I win, I start all over again
but life prevails; and it lets me be.
Guru speak: Join The Army, Visit exotic places, meet strange people, then kill them.
Current Mood: Amazed
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