| Tired Eyes |
| | Walking through the streets plexus
The air smells like plethoric fantasies
Elsplanades are littered with debris
Streets are filled with electric melodies
Looking forward, moving straight ahead
Old diary pages in hand
Moving silent through the city of mind
That shows its dirty seamy side
There is something stronger than him...
The only thing that keeps him going
Is the fact that he could stop someday
Turn these hateful streets to ruins
Now he sees his only way
Keeping the silence,
walking aloud
Multiform thoughts
like furious crowd
No changes
in distant perspective
To destroy all around
It is only objective
Poet is in the gripe
of the pages
Dancers are trapped
in the rib cages
Broken strings
sound like dsperate cries
And city stares into his tired eyes...
There is something stronger than him...
The only thing that keeps him going
Is the fact that he could stop someday
Turn these hateful streets to ruins
Now he sees his only way
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