So worthless

So unfaithful

So idiotic

yet, it comes again


This feeling

that we feel

at every dawn

goes back

to hide at night

Always waiting for

next day

next victim


A simple mind

lying in bed

always feeling its affinity




Cross Eyed

Lost Focus

On knees

Looking for a lost year


Forgot to remember

Something so close

like a nightmare

Looking for a lost week


Losing what

never was mine

looking for an intervention

by divine

Stepping into Future

without a rhythm or rhyme