I don’t make sense anymore.
Drifted by dusty vapor of a thousand nonsensical murmurs
I float bizarre
Amidst a crazy stream of grin

Tens and thousands of lifeless
Smirk around me, surround me

Those infinite insomniac roads that I have walked
And keep walking still
Carry, without a slightest trace of whine -
Torn pages of absurd vocabulary, once spoken

A sack full of dead poems
Mostly, half done
Words that never cared to rhyme
My songs, unsung

Sun, however still shines
time dries,cries
seasons die,fly.

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