In the silence of a freeway,
the same old sky seems so new
Stillness within comes so slowly,
to reshape my thoughts of you
There's no better place I'll go to,
no cities for me to paint
Just another pattern road trip
replicating my restraint
All the people that I'm seeing have a life
Or so it seems?
Walking down familiar streets,
kissing shadows, chasing dreams
Do they see the same horizons
with their glassy, vacant eyes?
Could they ever tell the difference
between sunset & sunrise?
All the words we left unsaid,
will memories let them resound
to remind of the reflections
that our faces never found..?
& when passengers walk by,
will they even see us there
Just two strangers, or ghosts of love
On our long road to nowhere...?
Somewhere on that concrete Eden
I gave my dreams the release
As they drowned in stillness of
my heart-shattering masterpiece
Deconstructed anamnesis, a lost soul
in its own grip
Nothing matters, only moving,
On this lonesome, strange road trip
N.B.
- Author: NB ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2017 18:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments1
i guess life is a trup ! liked the write my friend..
thank you 🙂
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