on which line to proceed
negotiable life
in whose pocket is the real
what to look for in dreams
who asked to the magician
why is  fortune teller

no long story end

what is the station
why are you stopping
when did you came
where will you go
how will you go a place
will you go alone
how long will you stay

who will wait for you

every game played according to the rule
rule out for cheater
which way you choose
you are it

someone short sentences builds
objections come in waves
which is your sound frequency
you are it


you are looking at a picture
the colors are dazzling
which color is for your attracted
you are it

you will have a dream
you will find happiness
who is in the dream
you are  his

Sometimes there's solace in writing words,
Watching them swoop in gentle curves,

Losing myself in a world of my own--
A peaceful place where I dwell alone.

Among the letters I have myself created,
I find escape from the world I've hated,

And can emerge happily, after some time,
Ready to take on life with this smile of mine.