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
