Drowned Sealed Wasted I went to the highway There was heaven rising at the end People were die partying Children were happily contemplating Cars were suppressing green light I went to the library There were books of freedom People were being chained Librarian were humming Stamping every chained necks I went to socializing People heard every heartbeat But no one have listened They saw every tear drops But they didn't watch They opened their mouth Gasped and giggled But they didn't speak a word I am standing above the mirror Watching myself arguing Knife pointed at my shadow Mockingly stabbing Stumble Life becomes immeasurably beautiful I am becoming something less meaningful ***** Sumedang, 17 Oktober 2016 #Onewhodoesntfitanywhere
Because sometimes it's strong, gentle, fresh, warm or cool, and sometimes not.