Killing
the spontaneity
It
takes only a minute
The
music killed the obscenity
What a
way to die
Still
an effort to sanity
Yet
the failure,
I know
that my mind is not in place.
Do you
know me sir?
You
are a spirit, I know
Then
why not live in a spur?
It’s
too talkative
So
what’s with talks?
Drama!
I know
that my mind is not in place.
Do not
mock me
I am
not a planet
Do
understand me
Real
feel, not so good
Do
listen to breeze
It’s
the inability
More
screams, more hatred
That
my mind is not in place
