The Verse Of My Life

Lost in translation, watching traffic to and fro

Where do I stay

Where do I go

I listen to music drowned by a bird that hums

And so, my mind reels forward

Down a street driven by the blanket on my bed

Medicine is consumed by conversation

I just can’t stop talking

As silence is my footstep as I continue walking

Water flows in my dreams

Air is the canvas in which I lean

I breathe deeply

I exhale to the tune of a song

I do nothing, yet so much, as my life moves on

Poetic unchained melodies

Are the conversations I have, so seldom I can barely see

Yet the response is never the same

As all we are, are the verses of our names

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