penn station

walking out

the crowd
&skyscrapers
&the heat
advertising lights

all hit us straight in the face

everyone seems to be easy-busy
&very nice

exited like rabbits
  enjoying the new new york era:

rickshaw bikers are welcoming us

We were born
in the hunger
of the swearing
of our time

We were all
given the grains
of time to waste
away

All at once
we swallow
the error
of our lies

Choke down
the sanguine
truth

Fool or saint
Prophets stumble
over their sins
in the dark

Just need a little
light , a little heat
to start a fire

The wind blows across the bay
You say it's time to let it go
I turn to face the force
You're right , inside I know

I bend to the sand
let the grains run through my life
I stand straight , face my fate
Embrace the strife

Like a book overdue
A page ripped out
A heart mutilated
A charge turned to rout

The wind has increased
The clouds roll in
And I know what happens
to houses
Built on sand

The mother will always be the melody of one’s life.
A happy one or a sad one.


Shell ✨🐚